Chapter 426

The gray sky was drifting with white snow, and the emerald snow maple trees were hung with crystalline ice. Behind this dense snow maple forest, small mounds were arranged, and broken tombstones were scattered in front of the mounds.

Along a winding bluestone path, Zhang Xingyu and the two women walked through this lonely cemetery in the dark.

Three days ago, Zhang Xingyu brought the two women to the outside of the cemetery. He was surprised to find that in this lonely cemetery, the vitality was so abundant that it seemed to be about to solidify. Even the vitality overflowing from the snow maple branches was so rich that it made him want to moan. Thus, Tang Yunxi and Gu Yuyao woke up one after another.

The three did not enter the cemetery immediately. During the day, this cemetery was as bustling as a market. Ancient gods and demons transformed by spiritual energy walked in the cemetery. They talked loudly, whispered softly, danced gracefully, or sang softly.

In the evening, the gods and demons dispersed their forms and returned to their tombs to rest silently. The entire cemetery quieted down. The gentle evening wind blew the branches of the snow maple trees, making a rustling sound, as if a saxophone was playing full of sorrow.

Resting for three days, adjusting their bodies to the best state, the three decided to enter the cemetery to explore in the dark. Choosing the night was in the hope of not disturbing those ancient gods transformed by spiritual energy.

A crescent moon hung in the night sky, and faint silver light splashed in the cemetery. The tall snow maple trees danced without wind, and the graves ahead were shadowy. Weeds grew along the road, and night crows flew up from the mounds from time to time, making shrill cries. The three walked forward along the stone path with fear and trepidation. Zhang Xingyu held his sword and walked in front, the two women followed behind him, one hand holding a sword and the other tightly pulling his clothes corner. Zhang Xingyu felt his clothes hem was suffering from dismemberment. Sure enough, in less than ten minutes, a light sound of clattering came from his ears, and his back felt cool instantly. The clothes hem cried, the sound was not loud, but in this quiet cemetery, it was like a thunderclap, startling the night crows resting on the tombs to fly up one after another.

Bypassing one grave after another, walking for half an hour, a particularly huge tomb appeared in his vision. In front of the tomb stood a huge stone sword, and a row of bright red characters was carved on the sword spine: "Sweep away all garbage."

Bypassing this big tomb, a low mound appeared ahead. The top of the mound had been dug open, and a three-foot-square copper coffin lay obliquely on the side of the road. The three approached the copper coffin carefully, only to find that the coffin lid had been lifted, and it was empty inside without a single thing.

In the spirit of the scavenger motto of "since you've come, don't let it go," Zhang Xingyu put the copper coffin into his storage ring. Tang Yunxi and Gu Yuyao felt a chill, but the hands grabbing his arms tightened a bit more.

The three continued forward. Walking for another half hour, the graves ahead gradually became sparse, and a little firelight flickered in the night in the distance. Waiting until they were close, they found that there was a small stone house there, and the wooden door was broken. Through the bowl-sized hole in the center of the wooden door, they could clearly see the dim oil lamp inside.

The oil lamp was placed on an old wooden table, with a black broken bowl beside it, and half a bowl of golden liquid was in the bowl. On the wooden chair beside the table leaned a white-haired, withered old man. The old man was dozing with his eyes closed. Perhaps hearing the footsteps outside the house, the old man opened his turbid old eyes to look outside the door, then lifted the broken bowl on the table with his chicken-claw-like hands. The old man buried his head and took a sip gently, and when he raised his head, a layer of faint gold had been painted on the mottled beard beside his mouth. The old man put down the broken bowl, then continued to doze with his eyes closed.

Seeing someone, Zhang Xingyu was overjoyed. He didn't care whether it would disturb the old man, and raised his hand to knock on the door. Before he touched the broken door, his hand stopped in mid-air. In his vision, beside the broken door, many broken weapons were piled up in a mess. Rusted long swords, pitch-black sickles, huge iron hammers, bright red long spears... Although each was broken, they still emitted astonishing killing intent. Looking at these broken weapons, Zhang Xingyu felt as if he were in a battlefield filled with killing intent, sword lights and sword shadows, flesh and blood flying, screams and moans connected into one piece.

"Cough, cough, cough..." A series of coughing sounds came from inside the house, pulling Zhang Xingyu back from the battlefield of mountains of corpses and seas of blood to reality.

Zhang Xingyu withdrew his hand. He thought for a moment, then opened his mouth softly: "Old man, we are passersby. We entered this place by mistake, and want to ask you about the path to go out."

The old man did not answer. Before long, the oil lamp inside the house suddenly went out. Immediately after, a sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came from inside the house, and then no more movement could be heard.

"Old man, old man..." Zhang Xingyu called softly.

Calling more than ten times, there was no movement in the house. Zhang Xingyu thought for a moment, then reached out to push open the broken wooden door.

Borrowing the starlight that was as faint as nothing, the situation inside the house finally appeared before his eyes. An old man lay peacefully on the ground as if he had fallen asleep. On the floor under him, one circle after another was carved, densely carved on every piece of floor. Zhang Xingyu's gaze swept over these circles, and found that except for one circle, all other circles had crosses carved on them. Beside the circle in the corner, he saw a row of crooked handwriting: "I've lived enough!"

The next morning, when the cold morning light splashed on every inch of the cemetery, a round mound appeared beside the stone house. In front of the mound stood a wooden monument without words. Zhang Xingyu put away the hoe in his hand, patted the mud on his hands, then turned to the two women beside him: "Let's go!"

Passing through the lush snow maple forest, ahead was a pitch-black wasteland. Countless white bones were scattered in the wasteland, like piles of lime scattered in a coal yard. Behind them, the sleeping cemetery had woken up, and the gods and demons walked out of their tombs one after another, starting their bustling day.

Zhang Xingyu and the two women stepped into the wasteland. This time, their hearts were very calm. Although there was no wind, they breathed air. Although the air was very thin, it indicated that this was not a dead place with nothing.

Zhang Xingyu felt very depressed. Another bruise appeared on his waist. This little girl Tang Yunxi, this flesh-pinching dragon claw hand move used force on the same spot every time.

Ahead, crisp laughter came from time to time, which made Zhang Xingyu a bit puzzled, whether he had hope of opening a harem again. Clearly they were rivals in love, but Tang Yunxi and Gu Yuyao walked together hand in hand. The two women walked while chatting, from the color of clothes to the brand of cosmetics, from local delicacies to Zhang Xingyu's embarrassing things, as if there were endless happy things to say.

God, please tell me, what kind of creature is a woman?