My back was completely soaked with sweat; I don't know if it was from the heat of working or from being scared by these dozens of dirty things.
Everyone says that Foziling is a mass grave, haunted by countless ghosts at night. The rumors are indeed true; so many have already gathered here at my parents' graves. I wonder how many more there are in the entire Foziling area.
I reached up and gently wiped the sweat from my forehead, then took one out of my pocket and put it in my mouth.
With a snap, the lighter's flame ignited the cigarette. I took a deep drag, using the tobacco's aroma to forcefully suppress my fear, ignoring the filth around me, shaking my numb legs, and slowly walking back the way I came.
I kept my eyes straight ahead. I didn't know if the filthy creatures behind me were following, but I could see them out of the corner of my eye on both sides of the road. As I moved, their bodies turned with me, always facing me.
However, the fact that these filth items weren't blocking the middle of the road made me feel a little relieved.
A little while later, I left my parents' gravesite and slowly walked down a winding path.
I heard a lot of rustling sounds behind me, as if many people were following me. Without even turning around, I could guess that there must be a lot of dirty things following me.
However, since they didn't do anything to me, I ignored them, gritted my teeth, and kept moving forward as Grandpa had told me.
As I walked, I came to a mountain hollow, which was also the most eerie place in Foziling. The surrounding graves were intricate, with a small mound of earth almost every three meters, and bones could be seen on the ground from time to time.
Some graves were buried in places where rainwater erosion occurred. Perhaps because there were no descendants, the entire burial mound was washed away. Some graves have already exposed the rotting coffins inside, and some coffins were even washed out completely and left exposed to the elements.
When I was a child, I heard the old people in the village say that during the famine, those who couldn't get enough to eat and died of starvation would be thrown into Foziling. They would simply have a tile cover their eyes to prevent rats from stealing their food, and their bodies would be left to rot in the wilderness.
Not only that, but in the past, babies who were to be abandoned were simply left in Foziling. According to an old man who used to herd cattle in the village, in his time, whenever he came to Foziling, he would almost always hear the sound of babies crying.
In short, Foziling is the most famous mass burial site in the area. If someone walks in at night and sees nothing, it means that person is incredibly lucky.
In the past, when I came to pay respects to my parents, it was broad daylight, so I didn't feel anything. But now it's late at night, and it's the middle of the night, which is when the yin energy is at its peak, and there are a bunch of dirty things following me on my back.
Even though I've already entered this industry, it would be a lie to say I'm not afraid in such a terrifying place.
The only consolation is that, although it's eerie here, it doesn't give me the same feeling of being on the verge of death as it did in Shantang'ao.
I kept walking forward, and there was a three-way intersection ahead. Once I crossed this intersection, I would be able to leave Foziling in no time.
But when I arrived at the three-way intersection, the scene before me gave me the creeps.
The three intersections ahead were filled with eerie, ghostly figures, blocking my way home.
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