"Wang Qi is right, we should be careful," Qian Cangyi said to Qian Jiangyue.
"Alright, I don't mind," Qian Jiangyue spread his hands.
The four set off again.
They headed towards the little mound, towards the cemetery.
As they drew closer, with the help of the phone's light, they could make out the words inscribed on the tombstones.
Just as the script had stated, all were the names of people.
And there was only a name, without any titles.
Hao Guohao, Ren Yunhan, Wei Hai, Lu Bing, Wei Chaoxu...
The tombstones were made of natural stone, about 50 centimeters long, 30 centimeters wide, and 3 centimeters thick.
The color was a pale white, with the lettering on the stones in deep red.
Each tombstone was spaced about 1 to 2 meters apart, with at least a hundred such stones on the small mound.
The whole mound was bare, with only the yellow earth in sight, which gave off a desolate feeling.