The Grave That Buried Humanity

The village chief wouldn't even bother to make a special trip to the government office to report such a thing.

He only needs to cross out the missing names when he reports the village's population and household registration to the village chief next year, and the matter will be settled.

In the end, a straw mat and a pit were the final resting place for his grandparents.

After that, the uncle and aunt never had any more children, treating Tong Jialiang only as their own son.

Then one day, they suddenly received a message from their cousin, along with some supplies he had sent to help with household expenses.

My cousin said he met a good master and a good young master.

My cousin also said that his young master gave him a name called Baojian, and from now on, he will be called Baojian.

Tong Jialiang remembers that on that day, his aunt and uncle closed the door and cried for a long time while holding the things his cousin had sent back.

Later, his aunt and uncle helped him work hard in the fields every day, and his cousin would occasionally help him out. Although life was still considered poor, the three of them felt that this was the best life they had ever had.

If they continue like this, their lives will continue to unfold peacefully.

It seems that things started getting better and better after my grandparents disappeared.

As for occasionally encountering some idle thugs or being bullied outside, it's just a spice in a peaceful life.

Even the best days of spring can have sunshine and rain.

What does it matter as long as one isn't permanently forced to live in a desperate, bitterly cold winter?

That's what Tong Jialiang used to think.

Later, he stayed overnight in that semi-isolated mountain village, and then he was captured along with the villagers and taken to that deep mine.

That eerie mine, those stones that could turn a person into something neither human nor ghost, were like an invisible giant hand that suddenly pulled him back to the cliff edge that night.

They were taken into the cave and started digging at the stones. Not long after, they discovered that the stones were unusual.

So the older villagers who were in the cave with Tong Jialiang told all the young children to stop. They gathered the children together and placed them in the place furthest away from the rocks, then took off their clothes and hugged the children tightly.

The hope is that this method will help children avoid being harmed by these poisonous stones as much as possible.

They themselves, however, dug desperately, striving to dig as much as possible so that they could meet the requirements of the immortals outside as soon as possible, allowing them to take their children out alive.

But they dug and dug.

But they never received a reply that they could leave.

Until their bodies begin to rot and their organs begin to detach from their bodies.

What awaits them is the horrific sight of their intestines spilling out of their anus before death.

It's the collapse of watching your skin peel away piece by piece, leaving you a skinless, truly flesh-and-blood body.

Even the children who were well protected by them showed varying degrees of grotesque and terrifying symptoms.

Tong Jialiang had the mildest symptoms.

Only his expression was the most numb, and he seemed the calmest.

Those around them, adults and children alike, couldn't help but break down, crying and screaming in the face of such a hellish scene.

The ground was covered in everyone's blood, and people lay on it in despair.

Later, one by one, they naturally died.

However, no one knows that many of them actually sought death on their own.

Tong Jialiang still remembers that the first person to seek death was an elderly man.

He cradled his fallen eyeball and his protruding intestines, crawling shakily, begging someone to give him a quick death.

He was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to kill himself.

But people were in a state of frenzied despair, and no one could hear, or rather, did not want to hear, his plea.

Finally, he looked at Tong Jialiang with pleading eyes.

After all, at that time, he seemed to be the calmest, most normal, and most likely to agree among all the people present.

Faced with the old man's desperate plea to die, Tong Jialiang felt as if his body had been taken over by another person.

The man manipulated his body, picked up a pickaxe used for mining, and raised it high towards the old man.

Seeing his actions, the old man seemed to have achieved his long-cherished wish, and closed his eyes with a look of relief.

The pickaxe fell heavily.

Salty blood mixed with tears flowed into Tong Jialiang's mouth.

The surrounding, frantic crowd, saw his actions without the slightest fear.

They were excited.

Excitedly, they dragged their weak bodies and scrambled toward him, begging him to grant them the same release as before.

Let them be free while they still retain some semblance of humanity.

They didn't want to die a gruesome death.

At that moment, that mine felt like a hell that had been transported to the human world.

This is a graveyard for humanity.

Although Tong Jialiang's mouth was tightly closed and his teeth were clenched.

But nothing could stop the warm, salty, and fishy smell from seeping in.

He knew there was no other person. From beginning to end, it was himself who was wielding the pickaxe and slaughtering like an executioner.

later.

Later, he intended to resolve his own issues.

But when he thought of his uncle and aunt, and of his own determination at the edge of the cliff, he always hesitated to swing the pickaxe as if he were solving a problem for someone else.

Tong Jialiang thought to himself, "I'm such a filthy person."

They can be ruthless to others, but not to themselves.

He still wanted to live...

"A-Liang!"

A call came from the cave entrance that had been blocked by the so-called immortals.

The voice was so familiar.

It was as if it were telling him that he was about to be saved.

But who knew that this call was the last thing he wanted to hear at that moment?

In that instant, Tong Jialiang's thoughts were in chaos, tangled and intertwined in his mind, as if a fire was burning wildly in his heart.

Something seems to be breaking down silently.

He just recently killed all those people...

Why couldn't that sound have appeared sooner?

Why couldn't we wait until he was dead before showing up?

It was precisely when he was all alone, when his hands were stained with everyone's blood...

Ultimately, it all comes down to my own incompetence...

If only I had the ability to save people.

If only I could take them all out with me.

If only I could have stopped them in time when they were arrested...

Why are there so many things in this world that are beyond our control?

Why is it that even though I'm reaching out, as if I'm about to touch the light, as if I've already touched it, it's all in vain?

There's always a hand pulling him down with all its might.

He tried to break free, but why was he so weak and unable to escape?