John was dragging a lifeless body wrapped in a straw mat, towards the Fallen Dragon Gorge. Legend has it that hundreds of thousands of years ago, a giant dragon fell from the sky, crashing into the land and carving out a gorge, hence its name, the Fallen Dragon Gorge.
Young John once had adventurous thoughts of finding the fallen giant dragon. But once he arrived in the gorge, he lost all interest.
"Rather than calling it Fallen Dragon Gorge, Bird Droppings Ditch would be more suitable," John had once disappointingly boasted to his peers.
Be it Fallen Dragon Gorge, or Bird Droppings Ditch, today it had now all turned into the village's dumping ground for corpses, the Chaotic Burial Mound. This was already the sixteenth body he had disposed of this month.
The straw mat was not tied tightly, and as he dragged, a hand fell out, scraping the ground. The hand was shrivelled and bony, with only skin wrapping around its bones. It seemed to have starved to death.
