The storm came and went swiftly.
When peace returned to the world, a vast graveyard appeared ahead.
Soul-Calling Banners covered the ground.
Grave Mounds were scattered haphazardly across the land, densely packed together. Some still had tombstones, the writing on them faintly visible. Others had collapsed, exposing huge holes.
But there were no coffins inside.
Nor were there any corpses.
Judging from the way they had collapsed, it looked as if the corpses had crawled out on their own and left.
"This is the cemetery."
Mo Qingying pointed at the crisscrossing low walls among the graves and said, "These half-meter-high walls separate the clusters of graves, forming different cemeteries."
"We conducted a survey."
"There are a total of eighteen hundred cemeteries like this."
"Each cemetery contains a different number of graves. The largest have over a hundred, while the smallest have only a dozen or so."
"We still don't know why they were divided this way."
"We interrogated the natives on the grassland. They said this cemetery had existed since their ancestors' time. Even they had no idea where it came from."
"The only thing they knew was that the cemetery contained curses."
"Anyone contaminated by them would encounter misfortune."
Mo Qingying said.
She had told Jiang Qiao similar stories before, so after arriving at the cemetery, Jiang Qiao curiously swept his gaze across the graves.
It was strange.
Some of the graves really did look like ordinary graves.
The bones inside had already petrified.
But some graves actually contained fresh corpses, and those corpses were saturated with curses. The graves did not need to be dug open; merely passing by them would cause the corpses to attack.
"There's nothing particularly powerful here."
After observing for a while,
he found that the curses in the cemetery were bizarre and varied,