Sure enough, Wu Zhangkong led the way into Heaven Dou Public Cemetery. The plant life seen peeking from over the walls was actually part of the cemetery. A collection of large trees were orderly arranged between the gravestones.
Wu Zhangkong’s robes fluttered behind him as he entered, seeming to fit in as a ghostly specter.
This was Tang Wulin’s first time entering such a place, and so his gaze began to wander. There were only a few people present in the cemetery paying their respects to the deceased.
As if possessed, Wu Zhangkong didn’t stop until they arrived at a gravestone just off of the cemetery’s center.
The gravestone was tall and adorned with a few simple words: The grave of Long Bing.
Long Bing? Who’s that? It sounds like a girl’s name.
“Wait here.” Turning around to speak to Tang Wulin, Wu Zhangkong’s tone had thawed from its usual iciness to a warm tenderness.
“Okay.” Tang Wulin considerately moved to stand at the side.