Sky coffin

The painted-skinned ghost paused, turned to look at me, opened his mouth and said hesitantly, "This village is a village of gravekeepers."

The tomb keeper is the highest authority of the tomb.

The gravekeepers are mostly lonely old people who are far away from the family.

In my impression, this type of people are silent and thin, wearing black clothes and black trousers. Maybe they have been absorbing the morning mist and sunset in the cemetery for a long time, which always gives people a feeling of gloom.

But this is the first time I have heard of the Tomb Keeper’s Village.

Is it possible that the whole village is guarding that big tomb?

I asked again: "But why is this village made of paper?"

This is what I can't understand the most.

Gravekeepers and papermakers are two different professions, right?

How could these two be connected?

Painted Skin Ghost shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.

Since Painted Skin Ghost didn't want to talk, I didn't continue to ask.

The whole village was deathly silent, and the doors of every house were locked. What made people feel strange was that the doors were not locked from the outside, but from the inside.

As Ruohong said, the whole village is very strange, as if someone has always been inhabited.

As I walked, I picked up a handful of weeds on the ground, put them in my hands, and looked at them carefully under the moonlight.

After my closer inspection, I can confirm that this weed is also made of paper!

This means that every plant, tree, and brick in the entire village is made of paper.

What kind of person can build such an uncanny building by hand?

While I was amazed, I also felt deep fear.

Because everything here seems so weird.

After coming out of the narrow alley, the view becomes wider. On both sides of the road are small mud houses with locked doors. On the mud walls, unknown green vines are wrapped around them.

As I walked, my steps stagnated, and a strange feeling suddenly arose in my heart.

At this moment, the corner of my clothes was pulled by someone. I turned around and saw that it was Xia Xi.

She gently pulled the corner of my clothes and whispered in my ear: "Liu Su... do you feel like someone is staring at us?"

As soon as these words came out, I immediately froze on the spot.

Thinking back to the strange feeling in my heart just now, wasn't it the feeling of being spied on?

Ruohong's pretty face turned a little ugly, and it was obvious that she felt the same way as us.

The Painted Skin Ghost saw a few of us standing there stunned, and urged: "Let's go! Why are we standing there dumbly?"

I nodded and quickly followed.

Painted Skin Ghost took us into a small alley again.

In this village, there are many such small alleys, which are complicated and difficult to walk.

Walking there feels like walking in a maze, and people with poor sense of direction may get lost.

As we passed a door, the feeling of being watched grew stronger.

I hesitated slightly and looked at a wooden door beside me.

The wooden door is not big, but it is very worn and mottled, covered with moss and mold.

Logically speaking, if the entire village was really made of paper, it would not take long for it to collapse.

Not only did this village not collapse, but moss grew on it.

I don't know what kind of existence this village is.

Just when I was about to retract my gaze, the feeling of being spied on became stronger. I frowned and looked at the wooden door again.

The moonlight penetrated the crack in the door, and through the bright moonlight, I actually saw a pale human face!

And my eyes just met the eyes on that person's face...