Looking out at a glance, under the gloomy sky, rows upon rows of tombstones stood, with at least a thousand aligned in dense succession.
Strangely shaped black trees clustered around, like black wooden guards watching over the tomb.
Su Mu stood still for a long moment, lost in thought, and only then did he come to his senses, the slight intoxication he felt earlier now evaporated.
Subsequently, he treaded upon the soft, charred soil, step by step moving toward the tomb park.
Once he stepped into the tomb park completely, he turned around to look back. Those eerie black mists were cut off at the edge of the graveyard, as if afraid to come in, or perhaps guarding this piece of cemetery.
Su Mu walked up to a tombstone, only to discover that the stone wasn't large, not even taller than himself.
