This is the ruins behind the village. Broken stone pillars and collapsed stone statues can be seen everywhere.

It is said that in the long past, this was a temple where gods lived. However, people in the village firmly believe in this unverifiable legend.

Because in the wilderness, only places where miracles are cast can resist the erosion of the black mist and survive for a long time.

On the western edge of the sun, the sky and the earth are gradually getting dark.

But above the ruins, soft rays of light surged up from the ground, like dazzling stars, covering the entire village.

With these lights, you can see a white jade-paved avenue among the ruins, which is particularly dazzling and bright, leading straight into the depths.

At the end of the avenue, looking from a distance, it is shrouded in a faint glow, hazy.

But if you look closely, you can vaguely see a tall earth mound there.

Although the earth bag is not big, it has a simple and vicissitudes of atmosphere, just like an ancient mountain range lying there, which makes people's hearts tremble.

Of course, the most attractive thing is the ancient tree on the mound, which is hundreds of feet tall, like a pillar of heaven, soaring into the sky, with lush branches and leaves, full of vitality.

Although Jiang Lang's head was still a little confused, he was still shocked by the big tree in front of him. He couldn't help but be stunned and said: "What a big tree!"

An old man with white hair next to him couldn't help but glared at him and said: "You brat, what are you talking about?

That's not a tree, that's a grave grass, I don't know how many years it has been there."

"Grave...grave grass!"

Jiang Lang was stunned for a moment and was surprised. He opened his eyes wide. This was the first time he saw such a big grave grass. It was really outrageous.

The village chief slowly said: "This is the cemetery of our ancestors in Jiangcun."

Looking at the mound, Jiang Lang showed a hint of understanding and said: "It turns out that the ancestors of our Jiangcun are buried in that mound."

But the village chief smiled and shook his head and said: "Haha, ancestral cemetery?

That is what most people in the village say, and only a few people who know the inside story know this secret that has been passed down from generation to generation."

"Secret?

What other secrets are there?"

Jiang Lang blinked, expressing confusion.

The village chief said solemnly: "Because those buried there are not our ancestors from Jiangcun."

"What!"

Jiang Lang was suddenly startled.

"To be precise, a...god is buried there.

It’s a real tomb of the gods!”

The village chief looked at the grave mound with a solemn expression and a hint of awe.

"God's Tomb?"

After Jiang Lang was stunned for a short time, he came to his senses and doubts arose in his heart, and he casually said: "Is there really a god?"

This world was so mysterious that for a moment, Jiang Lang didn’t know whether he should believe it or not.

Yes, Jiang Lang is a time traveler.

It has been more than a month since Jiang Lang traveled through time. His mind has not been able to fully integrate the fragments of the original owner's knowledge, so he has not yet adapted.

However, through this period of life, Jiang Lang has gone from being anxious and confused at the beginning to now calmly accepting his identity as a young man hunting in a mountain village.

Because he knows that since he can't go back, he might as well cherish the present and survive well.

It's just that he is facing a new and unfamiliar world, which is a bit beyond his understanding.

Hearing Jiang Lang's words, the village chief on the side blew his beard and stared: "Why are you so godless?

I think you, kid, were hit in the head by a ferocious beast some time ago. You were so stunned that you even forgot the legends about the gods that were passed down in the village."

Hearing this, Jiang Lang reacted, avoided his eyes, smiled, and said nothing.

The village chief didn't notice his expression, and with a hint of recollection in his turbid eyes, he continued: "I heard that in ancient times, it was an era when gods came to the world. Every god was immortal and immortal, reaching the sky and the earth.

existence!

Everything about their legends has been buried in the long river of history. All we know are the remains left by these gods."

After talking about it, the village chief sighed and felt a little emotional.

"So, there really are gods."

Jiang Lang raised his eyebrows, then thought for a moment and said, "No, since the gods are immortal, how can they die?"

"Uh, well... Legend has it that during that period, a great catastrophe occurred in the world, and the reasons and truth behind the fall of the gods have been wiped out, and our descendants have no way of knowing it."

The village chief often tells the children in the village how glorious it was in ancient times when the gods came to the world.

To be honest, the village chief has never seen that era. Everything is just passed down by word of mouth. There may be a lot of lies in it, but it does not prevent him from using it to pass the time.

Seeing that Jiang Lang wanted to continue asking, the village chief immediately ended the topic. His face became serious and he said: "Remember, the end of this avenue is a restricted area. Don't go in rashly.

If any danger occurs, don't blame me for not warning you.

Also, don’t spread the secret that this cemetery is the tomb of a god easily."

Jiang Lang raised his head and asked strangely: "Village chief, why are you telling me this?"

"From now on, you will live here and be responsible for cleaning this cemetery."

"Ah?"

Jiang Lang was taken aback, but before he could say anything more, the village chief continued: "Jiang Lang, you were seriously injured when you went hunting a few days ago. Even the pharmacist looked at your injuries and said that your life could not be saved.

Fortunately, you miraculously survived. It just so happened that the previous generation of guardians of this cemetery died unexpectedly a year ago, and a suitable replacement could not be found for a while.

So I decided that in the next time, you don’t have to go out to do such dangerous things as hunting. You can just stay here while guarding the cemetery and take good care of yourself.”

As he spoke, the village chief pointed to a dilapidated cabin next to the cemetery.

"I am the village chief..."

Jiang Lang wanted to refuse.

The village chief straightened his expression and interrupted: "Hey, you don't need to be grateful to me. Your parents went out hunting and died for the village, so they should be given some special care."

Jiang Lang wanted to cry but had no tears. Thinking of the accidental death of the previous generation of mausoleum guardians, and looking at the gloomy cemetery behind him, his hair stood on end.

What kind of care is this?

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Have you ever seen anyone living in a cemetery?

Who wants it?

The village chief added: "We in Jiang Village are blessed by the gods and can thrive in the wilderness. From now on, when you are here to take on the responsibility of guarding the tomb, you must not blaspheme the gods."

Jiang Lang had a bitter look on his face, and was just thinking about how to refuse. Suddenly, the village chief raised his head and looked into the distance, his expression becoming wary.

Sensing the village chief's uneasiness, Jiang Lang couldn't help but follow his gaze, and his eyes widened instantly.

What is that?

This was the first time he had seen such a vision.

The originally gorgeous sunset on the horizon in the distance is gradually being swallowed up, as if black ink has been splashed on it, and it is so dark that it is very strange.

With anxiety in his eyes, the village chief shouted: "No, the annual black fog is coming!

I wonder if the hunting team has returned? I have to go back and have a look."

"You stay here at night, remember not to leave the area protected by the divine light of the village."

Then, the village chief told Jiang Lang and left in a hurry.

"Black mist?"

Jiang Lang was still a little confused, but when he heard these two words, he shuddered subconsciously, and a wave of fear surged out of his heart.

Of course, this is the fear that the body has subconsciously, and it is an instinct.

It seems that black mist should be a scary thing.

Jiang Lang looked around and saw masses of black air rolling turbulently at the end of the sky.

Darkness and light collide fiercely, forming a line.

Then, the light was being swallowed up bit by bit, and the entire sky dimmed.

He felt a little frightened and felt an instinctive fear, so he didn't dare to look any further.

Taking a deep breath, he returned his gaze to the cabin.

The thought of sleeping here at night made Jiang Lang feel a little uncomfortable.

But that’s the only way it can be now.

Without thinking any more, Jiang Lang walked into the cabin as if resigned to his fate, and simply tidied up the inside and outside.
To be continued...