C98 (1/2)

I also looked back, but there was still no one behind me. There was only an old willow tree with a withered grave, standing quietly in the moonlight. It seemed very lonely. I looked at my feet. It turned out to be a clod of earth. I picked it up and threw it back.

We had only taken two steps when another lump of dirt was thrown at us, this time hitting me in the back. I turned my head reflexively, because I had already guessed that I would probably be next, so I turned my head very quickly. There was a head on top of the grave, and when I turned around, it was gone in a flash.

”Let's go, we can't stay here for long.”

We put incense on the graves down there, and nothing strange happened. When it was all over, I went back to the old lady's grave with the old man. The old beggar and the Cold Exemplary had already paid their respects and were using shovels to slowly dig up the grave.

”Why is the soil so loose, and why does it look so new?” the old beggar asked.

”I've just landed, so of course it's new. Also, there hasn't been any rain for several months. It's normal for the soil on the grave to be a bit loose.” ”No,” I said.

At this moment, the old beggar stopped and seriously said, ”No, that's not right. This grave must have been moved, and it must have just been moved.”

Upon hearing what the old beggar said, the old fool and I immediately went up to him. I scooped up a handful of soil with my hands and took a closer look at it under the moonlight. The old beggar was right. The grave had been moved, or at least overturned. According to the rules, the soil in this bowl should be new and dark in color. After being exposed to the hot air, the surface of the soil should be in a powdery white color.

I walked around the grave again and carefully examined the area within ten meters. There were indeed many traces of being shoveled, probably to remove the surface layer of dry soil to lay on top of the grave, in an attempt to hide it from others.

There was no doubt that the grave had been moved. However, the old lady was from the countryside, so she didn't have anything valuable to accompany her in death. Besides, in this society, things were not going so well. Leng Wuzui also said that when they were buried, they did not accompany them in death.

”When we came over this afternoon, there were no traces at all. The gravedigger must have done it tonight!” The old beggar said.

As soon as the old beggar finished his sentence, the old fool suddenly kneeled on the ground, pointed his right hand towards the sky, and cursed, ”The family of those who steal the grave will die a horrible death!”

We were all shocked, including Cold Extreme. Who did this silly old fool play with now? Who did he learn this from?

I hastily stopped him and said, ”Aiyah, aiyah! How can you say that? The old beggar and I are here for your matter. Don't count us in!”

The old fool suddenly came to his senses, ”Yes, yes, yes. Just now, I said it wrongly and did not do anything wrong. Please explain it clearly to the gods in the past. I will say it again!” I snickered in my heart. At this moment, Leng Wuzui looked as though his head was about to spasm. He kneeled down as well, shoulder-to-shoulder with the old fool.

”Those who touch this grave without the consent of my family will die from an unexpected calamity, as witnessed by the gods of the past!” The old fool was also dumbfounded as he repeated the action again. Then, he kowtowed nine times. I wondered if he only knew this kind of etiquette, probably because he had watched too much play at court.

Maybe they were just angry, unintentional, maybe they were just venting their anger, and the old beggar and I were only thinking of it as a play, because neither of us believed in oaths and curses, and certainly not in the so-called gods.

After speaking with Old Man Leng, he stood up and began digging with all his might. The old beggar and I were helping. The Cold Exemplary sniffled from time to time, and I guessed that he must be feeling very sad right now. He wanted to know as soon as possible if his mother's coffin had been destroyed.

Then a gust of wind came along, mixed with a faint noise, like the sound of a gong or a drum or a gong or a gong or a gong or a gong or a gong or a gong or a gong or a gong or a gong or a gong or a gong or a gong or a gong or a gong or a gong or a gong or a gong or a gong or a gong or a gong or a gong. The four of us stopped and listened for about half a minute, and then the wind blew and we were quiet again. Everyone looked at each other, not daring to speak for a moment. However, they all knew clearly in their hearts that where did this show come from in the middle of the night. Furthermore, even after so much time had passed, he still dared to make a big scene. Even if other villages were playing a big show, this little bit of wind would not spread. After a while, we saw that there was no more movement, so we went back to work. However, my heart didn't feel at ease at all. From time to time, I would glance towards the tombs. Some things were like this. If you understood them, then you would be relieved. At most, you would only know half of them. This way, you wouldn't feel like you could put them down.

After a few glances, I suddenly realized that a shadow had suddenly appeared from behind one of the graves. It was moving so fast that it jumped into another grave. I didn't know if it was going to hide inside, but it didn't appear again after that. Due to the distance, he could only see a rough outline.