There are bushes and lush vegetation on both sides.
Fragments of sunlight shone on the road in front of them and on their bodies.
It adds a bit of warmth to the quiet atmosphere here.
...
“The scenery here is nice.”
The man with black-rimmed glasses looked around and felt something.
"That is."
The woman was slightly out of breath, "This is a geomantic treasure."
"Otherwise, Zhangjiacun would not have chosen this place as their cemetery after their death."
...
"Feng shui treasure land...?"
Xiao Xiao raised his head and murmured to himself.
The dense, criss-crossing branches and leaves above block the view from the bottom up.
"What?"
The woman who vaguely heard what Mr. Xiao Xiao said turned to look at Xiao Xiao, "Mr. Xiao Xiao, what did you say?"
"nothing."
Xiao Xiao shook his head, "Are you almost there?"
The woman didn't care either.
She retracted her gaze and looked ahead, "Well, we'll be there soon."
"Rongrong's cemetery is right in front."
...
"arrive."
The woman stopped and looked intently at the tombstone in front of her, "Mr. Xiao Xiao, this is Rongrong's cemetery."
She cried the day before yesterday.
Standing in front of this tombstone today, she felt her eyes were extremely dry.
She looked up and looked at the sky, which was surrounded by wildly growing branches.
The blue color also brightens people's mood.
It was obviously very windy and rainy on the way here, and the sky was dark.
The weather is so unpredictable.
Just like human destiny.
No one knows what they will face next moment?
Even death can come unexpectedly.
...
After staring at the sky in a daze for a while, she turned to look at Xiao Xiao, "Xiao Xiao first-"
"Wait a moment!"
The woman was interrupted by the man with black-rimmed glasses before she finished her words.
"How-"
The woman asked subconsciously, but saw the man put his finger in front of his lips, "Shh~"
Although the woman didn't know why, she obeyed and kept her mouth shut.
...
For a moment, the cemetery was incredibly quiet.
There is quite a feeling of total silence.
Everyone inside can clearly hear the breeze blowing through the branches and leaves, and... "dong dong dong" sound?!
...
what sound?
The woman's eyes suddenly widened, as if there was a sound of something hitting? hitting? against the wooden board?
She pricked up her ears to carefully identify the source of the sound and moved her steps slightly.
Then, her face was filled with shock and even horror.
She turned back stiffly, "Maybe I heard wrong?"
"otherwise-"
"Why do I feel like the sound..."
The woman looked at the tombstone right in front of her, "Is it coming from below?"
"hehe."
"How can it be?"
"Down here-"
But Rongrong’s coffin!
...
"You heard that right."
The man with black-framed glasses pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "Because, I also think the sound came from under the tombstone."
He reached out and grabbed the woman's arm and took her a few steps back. "The situation is unclear now, so it's best not to get too close to the tombstone."
...
The confused woman followed the man with black-rimmed glasses and pulled her away from the tombstone.
A strange feeling suddenly arose in her heart.
"that......"
"correct!"
The woman suddenly thought of something, and her face suddenly became excited, "Could it be -"
She took a deep breath and said, "Rongrong, Rongrong is not dead yet?"
"Isn't there such a report in the news?"
The woman explained in a hurried tone, "People who were thought to be dead were put into coffins and buried in the soil."
"As a result, the person came back to life."
“Absolutely a miracle!”
"Rong Rong...could it be the same way?!"
...
The man with black-rimmed glasses was stunned.
Such a conjecture...
However, "it has been buried in the soil for two days."
The man whispered to himself, "In this case..."
His voice stopped suddenly.
Looking up at the sky, he stretched out a hand.
Soon, a bit of coolness fell on his palm.
"It's raining."
The man was a little surprised and had a headache, "It's raining again."
"No one of us has an umbrella."
Why is it raining so much today?
The man was very confused because the weather forecast said it would be sunny today.
...
"Ah, is it raining?"
The woman reacted slowly.
Then she waved her hand, "Don't worry about whether it's raining or not, we have to rescue Rongrong quickly!"
She had completely believed the guess she had just had an idea.
Thinking that Rongrong might still be alive, she couldn't calm down at all.
"Mr. Xiao Xiao."
She turned to look at Xiao Xiao. At this time, she had completely forgotten the original intention of coming here.
Although she didn't understand Xiao Xiao's purpose of coming here at all.
"Please help me."
Digging out the coffin is not a simple matter.
It can even be said to be a quite arduous task.
One more person means more strength.
However, she frowned, "We don't have the tools."
She walked to the tombstone in a few steps.
Now that she knew it might be Rongrong who came back to life, she had nothing to be afraid of that voice.
That voice...
Rongrong is also struggling desperately to come out, right?
Otherwise, the suffocating air will make her die again.
This time, it was real death.
...
She stretched out her hand and touched the tombstone lightly, "Rongrong, wait for me."
"Soon, I will rescue you."
"I will definitely save you."
...
"Huhu~"
The sound of the wind grew from small to loud, becoming more and more powerful.
Fortunately it wasn't raining heavily, it just fell sparsely.
This sudden storm confirmed Xiao Xiao's previous suspicion.
What's in the coffin in this cemetery...is not a pretty thing.
"Gu Xiaozhao."
Xiao Xiao looked at the woman squatting on the ground with her back to him, "Your friend is dead."
"She's not dead."
The woman subconsciously retorted, "Otherwise, what is this sound?"
"This is obviously the sound made by Rongrong banging the coffin!"
...
"The one banging on the coffin-"
Xiao Xiao paused, "I'm not your friend."
"Why?"
The woman unconsciously made a confused sound and looked startled.
Not her friend?
Who could that be?
This is her friend's grave.
The only people lying in the coffin in this painting are her friends.
...
"You guys stand back."
Xiao Xiao said to the two of them.
"ah?"
The woman and the man with black-rimmed glasses said in unison.
Hearing each other's voices, the two looked at each other.
This Mr. Xiao Xiao is too unreasonable.
This is for no reason...why do you want them to retreat?
...
"Back off."
Xiao Xiao's voice lowered slightly.
Before the woman and the man with black-framed glasses could react, their bodies had already started to move on their own, and they slowly retreated to the edge of the cemetery.
"Don't take a step forward."
After leaving these words, Xiao Xiao turned around and walked to the front of the tombstone.
The woman and the man with black-framed glasses were stunned:...
Are they... quarantined?
...
"That... Rongrong..."
The woman's face was full of worry. She raised her feet and then put them down, put them down and then raised them again.
