Chapter 201 All Mortals Will Die 23
The sky was a little foggy, and the damp fog enveloped the deserted cemetery, and not a single sound could be heard.
At the entrance of this desolate and huge cemetery, there stands a monument without any words on it. In front of the monument stands a person, who is Jiang Yuelu who woke up here not long ago.
He had been staring at the stone tablet for a long time.
There was nothing on the inscriptionless stele except moisture, not even moss grew. The temperature of the stele seemed to be very low, and a thin layer of frost condensed on the surface.
Jiang Yuelu suddenly had an idea for no reason.
This place seems like a family cemetery.
Why was he teleported here?
There was no one around and there was no point in just standing there. Jiang Yuelu stepped over the stone tablet and walked deeper into the cave.
As he stepped over the stone tablet, a buzzing sound suddenly rang out from behind him, as if a distant bell was struck, echoing deep in the earth. The sound seemed to be meant to wake something up, but he turned around and paused for a long time, but did not notice anything unusual.
There was still thick fog, and still no people or sounds.
Jiang Yuelu then turned around and continued walking forward.
“Crunch.”
“Crunch.”
When stepping on the yellow leaf residue, it makes a crisp sound from time to time.
There are no trees here, but the ground is covered with leaves. These leaves have been covering this place for who knows how many years, and they still retain the intact appearance they had when they fell.
Jiang Yuelu didn't really want to destroy other people's cemeteries.
But he couldn't find any other way, so he had to walk on the leaves. Although he tried his best to avoid them, he still crushed many of them.
The intact yellow leaf turned into ashes after he stepped on it. He couldn't help but wonder if he was the first person to set foot in this place in thousands of years.
It's such a huge cemetery, is there no one coming to sweep the tombs and pay tribute?
Or... have all the descendants died?
I don’t know how long I walked, but I finally saw the first tomb.
A small mound protruded from the ground, covered with withered yellow leaves, and looked particularly desolate from a distance. In front of the tomb stood a solitary wooden sign. Jiang Yuelu went forward to take a look and found that the person buried here was actually surnamed Jiang.
"Jiang..."
This person with the same surname as him had died a hundred years ago. As Jiang Yuelu looked at him, he felt inexplicably sad.
I don't know when the wind started to blow, whimpering behind me. This grave has been desolate for a hundred years, with no one to pay tribute to it or remember it.
He bowed respectfully, rummaged in his pocket for a long time, took out a candy, placed it in front of the empty grave mound, and then continued walking forward.
The deeper you go, the more graves you see.
There was no one around, and with the wind howling, it should have been an extremely terrifying scene, but Jiang Yuelu walked very comfortably. He passed several graves in a row and confirmed their names from the wooden signs.
Without exception, they are all from the Jiang family.
There are both men and women.
There is a family of several people and a lonely person.
He looked forward and saw countless graves covered with yellow leaves. His intuition was once again correct. This was indeed the cemetery of a large family.
The surname of this family is Jiang.
Same last name as him. Could this be an accident?
“Patta, patta…”
A strange sound made him look up and forward.
Perhaps it was the wind that had blown, the fog had dissipated a lot, and I could vaguely see the scenery ahead. This endless cemetery spread deep into the ground, with only a small path in the middle for people to walk on.
The wind blew the yellow leaves on the path and swept them to the left front. A dark figure walked out of the fog, mumbling something as he walked, as if he was memorizing something.
Soon, he walked in front of Jiang Yuelu.
If I hadn't blocked his way, he probably wouldn't even have looked up at me. This person was completely immersed in his own world, muttering something very quickly, and he looked a little fanatical and crazy.
As they got closer, Jiang Yuelu also heard his mutterings.
"The Jiang family cemetery is very old. No one knows who built it. Most of the people buried there died a hundred years ago, and the time is close. Based on this, we can infer..."
He raised his head and saw Jiang Yuelu with confused and fanatical eyes.
I couldn't help but stand there in shock, "Jiang Yuelu?"
Mo Zhixian has been here for a long time.
Last time, he stayed in this cemetery. When he first came in, he was still calm and wanted to contact other people, but he tried everything but to no avail.
Eventually he gave up and began studying the desolate cemetery.
After this research, he actually discovered some differences.
This cemetery belongs to the Jiang family.
The Jiang family was a large family that had been worshipped before the gods a long time ago. Later, for some unknown reason, they were abandoned by the gods and have always had a bad reputation in historical records.
Few people in later generations have studied the Jiang family, and very few records have been handed down.
Even someone like Mo Zhixian who loves to use his brain to research has only found very little information. After reading these materials, he always feels a sense of disobedience. Even if such a large family is despised by others, it has its value.
What's more, there are many wizards who are curious. They are very interested in things that decent people are unwilling to study.
However, even so, there are still very few records about the Jiang family. Mo Zhixian has a feeling that the Jiang family may not want their history to be passed down.
Therefore, when Mo Zhixian saw such a cemetery, he was very excited.
Last time, he walked through the entire cemetery and made many surprising discoveries. He felt a little regretful when he was awakened, but he didn't expect that he would be sent in again this time. After being prepared, his research speed became faster and faster.
Mo Zhixian gradually discovered that this cemetery was much larger than the last time he saw it, and there were still many places he had not set foot on, which made him excited to the point of exploding.
He had just come out of a forest of steles and was sorting out what he had seen and learned that morning. When he looked up, he met Jiang Yuelu who was walking here.
After listening to his story, Jiang Yuelu suddenly realized, "No wonder Wenhan and the others couldn't contact you. It turns out you have been in such a strange place all this time."
Mo Zhixian said: "This place is quite strange. I used talisman paper to burn and tried to contact you, but I couldn't do it. I feel like I am isolated from the world here."
He didn't say anything, and the place seemed completely forgotten.
He looked at Jiang Yuelu strangely.
"Your last name is Jiang too, so you're not from the Jiang family, are you?"
Jiang Yuelu shook her head and said, "I grew up in an orphanage and have never heard of wizards. I only knew about the Wizard Academy when I received the admission letter a few months ago."
Mo Zhixian knew about his experience.
I never doubted it before because I was not familiar with Jiang Yuelu.
But after going through many things with him, I found that there were many inconsistencies. Mo Zhixian thought about it and said, "I always feel that it's not that simple."
"Your connection with the wizard is too deep, and even more so with the ghost king... We wizards never believe in coincidences. Everything has its own cause and effect."
Jiang Yuelu remembered the fragments that had emerged in his memory and fell silent. After a long time, he nodded, "You are right. There are indeed many abnormalities in me that even I cannot explain."
The last time he entered a dream, he saw Xia Yi at his birth.
He spoke and acted very naturally in his dream, as if the person in the dream who was possessed by him... was himself.
"but……"
But how can I make him believe this?
If he is not the Jiang Yuelu who grew up in an orphanage, if he is another "Jiang Yuelu"... then what is true and what is false about his past experiences? At what point was he replaced? What about his brothers and sisters? Can the connection between everyone and him... just be brushed off with a simple "false"?
Mo Zhixian obviously knew what he was struggling with, so he immediately ignored it and changed the subject: "I just came from a forest of steles and made some discoveries."
"Forest of Steles?" Jiang Yuelu's attention was indeed diverted.
Mo Zhixian nodded, "Some of the Jiang family's secrets are recorded there. Do you want to take a look?"
Jiang Yuelu walked for a long time, and all he saw were grave mounds. Now, when he heard him mention that there was a forest of steles in the cemetery, he couldn't help but become interested. "Okay, let's go take a look."
The stele forest here is separated from the cemetery, and it obviously has other functions. On the way there, Mo Zhixian told Jiang Yuelu about his recent discovery.
"Nine out of ten people who died in this cemetery died in the same year. And a hundred of them died on the same day."
A family's cemetery must have a lineage that has been passed down from generation to generation.
But in the Jiang family cemetery, there are no ancestors, and most of the dead are from a similar era.
Mo Zhixian added: "Among these dead people, there are both old and young. Especially among the hundreds of people who died on the same day, there were several family branches. It looked like a whole family was destroyed."
Jiang Yuelu heard his hidden meaning, "You mean..."
Mo Zhixian said: "Most of the deaths on the same day were caused by the extermination of the entire family. I guess the Jiang family may have encountered a catastrophe a hundred years ago."
Jiang Yuelu's heart suddenly twitched.
He remembered Jiang Rihu, whom he met in his last dream.
Jiang Rihu never mentioned his family's past, and other people in the academy tried their best to avoid mentioning the Jiang family. It seemed that their Jiang family had been deprived of some kind of qualifications. Could this be related to the catastrophe that wiped out the family?
What happened a hundred years ago?
"We're here." Mo Zhixian reminded.
Before they knew it, they had arrived at the Forest of Steles. A black wooden door connected to a black stone wall enclosed a large area, and the stone tablets in the door were faintly visible in the mist.
The road was covered with layer upon layer of yellow leaves, thicker than any pile of fallen leaves he had seen when he arrived.
Jiang Yuelu couldn't help but say: "There is no tree here, and I don't know where these leaves came from."
Unexpectedly, Mo Zhixian also remained silent. After a long time, he shook his head and said, "There are no trees here."
"No trees?" Jiang Yuelu was surprised, "Then these leaves..."
"Maybe it's growing somewhere else. This cemetery is so huge that I haven't even walked through it all." Having said that, Mo Zhixian knew that the hope was very slim.
This tree must be very big to have so many leaves here.
Even from a distance, they could see the huge tree canopy.
But they never saw any lingering shadows in the depths of the fog, and nothing blocked their view. The giant tree with yellow leaves definitely did not exist.
Maybe it existed a long time ago, but it definitely doesn't exist now.
Jiang Yuelu walked into the stele forest on the heavy leaves. The stele stood one after another, staring at him silently. He was about to lean on it to read the inscriptions on the nearest stele, but suddenly his body trembled, and he looked up in disbelief, staring at the stone statue at the end of the stele.
Mo Zhixian was surprised, "These stone statues... weren't there just now!"
He went in and out of the Forest of Steles many times but never saw it.
As soon as Jiang Yuelu arrived, he appeared!
He cast a complicated look at Jiang Yuelu, but saw something strange in his expression. He followed his line of sight and looked at the stone statue again. This time, Mo Zhixian was also shocked.
Three stone statues stand deep in the forest of steles, with white mist surrounding them, mysterious and awe-inspiring.
The positions of the stone figures clearly corresponded to a certain order. All three were men with similar faces, like three brothers. Strangely, all three looked very similar to Jiang Yuelu.
Especially the one in the middle, when you look closely, he looks exactly like Jiang Yuelu.
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