only……
Walking, walking.
Their steps became heavy again.
These tombstones seem endless; they don't know when they will be able to cross them.
More importantly, the two of them had a vague premonition that something was waiting for them ahead.
Sure enough, Xu Yuan slowed down and gradually stopped.
Suppressing the strange feeling in his heart, Song Cheng asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
Xu Yuan clenched her fists so tightly that her fingers turned white, and pointed to a tombstone not far away.
Song Cheng looked in the direction she was pointing, and saw that the tombstone read: Tomb of Wishes.
Song Cheng's bad premonition finally came true.
He quickly ran a few more steps forward, ignoring the terrifying echo of his footsteps in the silent, empty space.
Finally, he stopped in front of a tombstone.
The tombstone reads: Tomb of Song Chengzhi.
Song Cheng stared intently at the words on the tombstone, his entire being gripped by an unprecedented fear.
Xu Yuan followed, her gaze fixed on him.
This place was eerie. She forcibly suppressed her discomfort and tightly gripped Song Cheng's hand with her cold hand.
"Anyway, we're still alive. I guess we've probably entered a maze-like place, and these tombstones are meant to confuse us. We need to find the exit."
After a while.
Song Cheng raised his head. The warmth in Xu Yuan's eyes dispelled some of the coldness in his heart. His anger towards his old man had reached its peak.
“You’re right. If every living person has a tombstone, then all the tombstones of those people on Tonglai Island are here.”
A thought struck Xu Yuan: "We'll know if we count how many tombstones there are."
However, despite thinking this way, it is very difficult to do. The tombstones are endless, and they would have to walk back to the place they were just in to count them.
The two of them quickly gave up.
Xu Yuan asked, "What special significance do these tombstones hold?"
"..." Song Cheng remained silent and did not answer. He couldn't see the significance of the tombstone either.
Xu Yuan squatted down and looked at a tombstone. Apart from the different names, there was no particularly obvious difference between the tombstones. It was this lack of differentiation that made these tombstones appear calm and impeccable.
"Is there a difference between the graves of the living and the tombstones of the dead?" Her voice was light and clear, yet carried a cold solemnity.
Song Chengxin suddenly stood up, carefully comparing the different tombstones, and finally said dejectedly:
"You'll know once you kill one person!"
Song Cheng stared calmly at Xu Yuan. There were only the two of them here. Waiting for a living person to come down was uncertain, and the only ones left to kill were each other.
He was still unsure of Xu Yuan's intentions; after all, Xu Yuan was an assassin.
Xu Yuan also sensed the change in Song Cheng's presence in the air. She whispered, "Let's go! If we can get here, the others will get here sooner or later. Then we'll know the answer. For now, we can only keep moving forward."
"good!"
With doubts in their minds, the two walked one after the other, keeping a slight distance between them.
Song Cheng silently kept track of the number. The further he walked, the heavier his heart became. There were more and more tombstones behind him, far exceeding the number of tombstones for 3,600 people.
Most importantly, the further you go, the higher the size of the tombstones become, significantly larger and taller than those in front.
If the size of a tombstone is directly proportional to a person's status, then they clearly belong to the lowest class of people.
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