Xue Ling opened the curtain of the car door and carefully helped Deyang get out of the carriage. Then she raised her eyes and looked around, and was stunned when she saw it.

This is just a desolate slope, with autumn yellow weeds all in my eyes, almost kneeless, spreading unevenly to the top of the slope. Looking into the distance, there are only a few piles of earth tombs that cut off the yellow weeds. A gust of wind blows, and the yellow grass swings in the wind like a sea of ​​waves. The piles of earth tombs are like dilapidated gray-yellow hats, stuck on an old broken carpet.

And they were standing on the only sheep intestine path under the slope. Even this sheep intestine path was paved with burnt and dry soil. The slight wind could roll up some yellow dust and fill the entire path, with indescribable desolation.

Xueling was stunned. Didn’t the master come to find someone?

Qian Wu placed the carriage, held the reins in one hand and a big bag in the other hand, and whispered: "Master, the terrain here is relatively flat, but the weeds are slightly higher, so it is quite easy to hide people."

Deyang nodded and said lightly: "It's a blessing or not a disaster, it's a disaster that cannot be avoided. It's okay."

As she said that, she instructed Xue Ling again: "Can the food box I asked you to bring?"

Xue Ling was not stupid either. Seeing Qian Wu's package, she thought of the few foods and pastries Deyang asked her to prepare, and quickly responded and went back to the carriage to get it.

Only then did she understand why she wanted to get a food box when visiting prison but was stopped by Deyang. It turned out that the things in the food box were not prepared for those people.

Then the two of them supported Deyang, stepped into the weeds with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and walked up to the yellow slope.

After about half a stick of incense, several people stood in front of a pile of earthen tombs. At this time, it was already half a slope. Looking down, there was a piece of scorched yellow, the kneeless grass was a little furry and a bit rough, as if the fur skirts worn by people in the remote border city. Looking down, there was a long path with yellow pavement spreading to the distance, winding in a faraway direction, and half surrounded the small earthen slope like a golden belt. The distance was the layers of thousands of houses in Kyoto and the dazzling and noble Zijin City. The prosperity and desolation seemed to be neatly divided into two, and there was a bit of barrenness with a wide and delicate scenery.

Deyang breathed a sigh of relief, rolled up his sleeves and wiped the sweat beads on his head: "You have to walk more in the future, why is your body so bad?"

Qian Wu quickly said with deep understanding: "The master is talking about the truth. You have to walk around well. Once the blood in your body is cleared, you will have energy and energy."

Deyang glared at him, and he just laughed.

Xue Ling held the food box, looked at the graves in front of her, and asked carefully: "Master, who are we here to respect?"

Deyang looked at the graves in front of him, couldn't help but sigh, and said softly with a little melancholy: "There are only a few elders in her family. Let's respect them all. Qian Wu, you can also share the incense and candles for this person."

Qian Wu secretly handled this matter, so he naturally knew the order of ranks. After listening to Deyang's order, he looked at the shortest and newest grave in front of her, and quickly agreed and opened the package in his hand. He saw that it was full of fine gold ingots made of golden yellow paper, as well as some cut white paper, which were broken silver for the underworld. These things were only used by wealthy families, and it would be fine if the poor families could make some white paper and burn them.
Chapter completed!