The horses trotted through the dense autumn forest, crushing the fallen leaves, with the wind whistling past their ears.
But gradually, a thin mist spread.
The sunlight outside was blocked by the thick leaves.
Within the forest, it seemed quite laden with yin energy.
Bai Zhi'er couldn't help but straighten up her little body, clenching her small hands, prepared and alert.
After a while, Feng Fuce slowed down.
They came to a more spacious and desolate shady area.
Due to insufficient sunlight, the vegetation here was not lush, and even the trees were bare and leafless, as if they had entered winter early.
Bai Zhi'er saw the abrupt, solitary graves and tombstones standing tall.
The little fellow instantly realized: "Ah~! This is the burial mound."
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow: "You actually know?"
Bai Zhi'er said softly: "Many of the gravestones have no names, a place where nameless people are buried, isn't this a burial mound?"
