Cha Wenbin didn't go to help, he thought to himself: "If you're going to fall, then just fall, you don't let me go, I'll still go." After bowing to his master, he ignored him and followed Heizi around the tomb, heading upwards. The sky was still flashing with lightning and thunder, with gusts of northwest wind, a chill hitting people.

  Now, the northwest wind that brings a refreshing coolness is blowing into the forest in front of us. What kind of trees are they? They're chestnut trees, and their leaves have fallen off since deep autumn. The forest is full of bare branches and withered trees. The withered leaves drift to the ground, accumulating into small piles, rising and falling like small hills, densely arranged among the withered woods. Are these undulating piles really little hills?

  No, of course it's not Xiaoyan.

  They are all tombs! These one after another piled up objects, each and every one of them is a tomb! Big tombs, small tombs...

  Who can tell? This land used to be an old burial ground, with good feng shui, but it's unknown which dynasty or generation left it behind, densely packed and layered.

  It is said that when the land reform took place, the young men in the village used hoes and shovels to clear a piece of land in this forest. My grandmother said that at that time, when they were smashing tombs, there was a kind of rice paste mixed with yellow earth, which would leave only a white spot after one hoe strike.

  In order to expand agricultural production and respond to the national call, village cadres took the lead, and good laborers in the production team reclaimed land everywhere. The practice of asking the dead for land appeared at that time. What is it called? It's called returning graves to farmland!

  Later, during the special period of smashing the four olds and abolishing feudal superstition, this land was turned upside down again. When they encountered those ownerless old tombs, they were dismantled and used as building materials for houses, and at that time, bricks were expensive. The quality of these ancient green bricks was very good, and an ordinary brick knife had to be chopped four or five times before it could be broken.

  The coffin boards that were pulled out from inside were either dragged out to be burned as firewood or discarded in the wilderness. The corpses, especially those wearing gold and silver, were treated as landlords and had their bones crushed and ashes scattered. The golden and silver objects were snatched by quick-handed people and put into their own pockets. Most of the remaining vases and jars were smashed on the spot and mixed back into the soil. There were also some jade objects, whose origins were unknown, which were generally given to the village children to play with. Those little brats didn't understand what they were, but just treated them as ordinary toys and threw them around everywhere.

  Later, tea was planted on this land. The soil here is yellow earth, so the tea leaves are particularly fragrant. In the past, every spring, village women would come here with baskets to pick tea, competing in groups of three or five to pluck the tenderest buds, which were the best Maojian tea. They would take it back home, dry it thoroughly and store it well, as they couldn't bear to drink a single cup themselves. It was only when important guests came that they would brew a cup. Among several villages in front of and behind this one, the tea leaves here are the most delicious.

  Later, Wen Bin's master took a liking to this land and chose it as the ancestral tomb, handling the family's affairs after his death. He was also buried here after his own death. This is just like our Xi'an, where all those historically famous Feng Shui treasure lands, if you dig down, there will definitely be more than one tomb, they are layered on top of each other. In Cha Ye Di back then, they used explosives to blast through the old tombs because some were as solid as modern concrete. The ancient people didn't have steel reinforcement, so they used iron bars instead and poured in glutinous rice paste. It was impossible for humans to move those things.

  The sky grew darker, to this point, black, with some gloominess, flashes of lightning occasionally cut through, this beech forest seemed especially gloomy, and those desolate tombs, were even more secluded, and deeper...

  On such a dark night, in such a vast graveyard, would anyone still come? Just on this dark night, just in this graveyard, at this moment, there actually arose the sound of sobbing, human sobbing.

  From afar, it gradually came closer... Hei Zi shot forward like an arrow leaving a bowstring, Cha Wenbin knew that this dog could see things he couldn't, so holding the Seven Star Sword, he closely followed behind, and soon they left the forest, in front of them was her grave.

  A loud "crack" split the air as a bolt of lightning flashed down, illuminating the entire sky like a giant firework, making the whole earth seem like daylight. Hei Zi was standing in front of the grave mound, barking furiously with his mouth wide open.

  Whose grave is this? It's Cha Wenbin's daughter! What kind of dog is Heizi? One that has opened the heavenly eye! How can it not recognize what place this is? Moreover, Cha Wenbin is still standing behind.

  "Hei zi, come here!" Zhang Wenbin shouted. Hei zi cautiously backed away slowly, still making low growls from time to time, a sign of hostility and warning to Zhang Wenbin. The Hei zi that returned to Zhang Wenbin's side was still circling restlessly.

  Cha Wenbin patted its neck, trying to calm it down, but the hair on Heizi's neck stood up even more fiercely.

  This is in front of his daughter's grave, still ten minutes away from midnight. Some households in the distance that love to make noise have already set off fireworks, and the explosion sounds mixed with thunder, making the small mound flash. This grave has no tombstone, because this child was really too young, and Zha Wenbin didn't want her to take too many things with her after she died. However, Hei Zi's warning, Zha Wenbin had heard it, he couldn't just appear in front of her like that, carrying the Seven Star Sword shining brightly, that would be too cruel, and too heartless.

  Dropped a few tears on his eyelids, except for the distant floating of several insignificant lonely ghosts, Zha Wenbin really didn't see anything, but Hei Zi kept barking in that direction. When he buried this grave, he had seen it with his own eyes, there was nothing special, how did such a situation occur today?

  With a flashlight that wasn't very bright, Cha Wenbin walked slowly over, and in just a few minutes, the time to burn incense would arrive. If King Yan gave her face, she might be allowed to come up and eat a meal, which was exactly what Cha Wenbin had been waiting for.

  A bowl of half-cooked rice, inverted and placed on top of the bowl, with three meat dishes and three vegetarian dishes in front, and three big red apples. This child used to love apples the most before he passed away. But at that time, they were poor and lived in a remote area, so it was rare for them to have even half an apple all year round. These apples were brought from the provincial city, authentic Red Fuji apples. The moment he put down the apples, Cha Wenbin's tears started flowing, and he said softly: "Daughter, eat, this apple is sweet, you must eat it."

  Zha Wenbin squatted down, inserted three incense sticks into the rice, and took out a package of yuanbao paper money that had already been prepared, placing it at his feet and weighing it down with a stone, ready to be lit when the time came.

  Heizi's frantic barking continued, the incessant yelling making Cha Wenbin's already irritable heart even more uneasy. He drew out his Seven Star Sword and with a "swoosh" sound, plunged it into the mud. Strangely enough, Heizi suddenly stopped barking, and the few companions wandering around him also scattered in fear. The sword had too many ghostly spirits attached to it, emitting an aura that was too oppressive. Cha Wenbin sat down at the foot of the grave mound, tears streaming down his face.

  "Big brother, can you sell me one of those apples?" A woman's voice echoed faintly. Who is this person who appeared in this desolate mountain valley? An ordinary person would probably have been scared out of their wits by now, but he was no ordinary person. He was Cha Wenbin, a man who had rolled around in piles of corpses and begged for his life in the underworld.

  "Apples are available, but I'm not selling them. These are for my daughter to eat." Zhang Wenbin replied without turning his head. After a pause, he added: "It's already so late at night, and you're still out as a young lady, aren't you afraid of encountering evil spirits?"

  "I've lived here for many years and I'm used to it. Now my child is hungry, so I came out to find something for him to eat. Luckily, I ran into you, big brother. Please do me a favor and sell me one." The woman's voice echoed again, this time with a hint of pleading.

  "Oh, really?" He muttered in response, Zhang Wenbin still lowered his head, half a moment later he took out an apple from the universe bag and put it on the back of his head: "One yuan each."

  The footsteps went forward a few more steps, then stopped again. The woman's voice said: "Big brother, the dog next to you is very fierce, I'm a little scared."

  Hei Zi, who was beside them, had its tail trampled by Cha Wenbin's foot, and the threatening growls in its mouth never stopped. Cha Wenbin patted Hei Zi again and said, "Miss, this dog won't bite people, don't be afraid."

  Zha Wenbin's right hand was holding an apple, when suddenly it felt light, and then a coin appeared in his hand. It was very light, so light that he almost didn't feel it. He withdrew his right hand and took a glance, only to find that it was a copper coin cut out from yellow paper!

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