"Alright, time to go."
Gu Tao patted the tombstone of the deceased fat man and stood up from the ground. The night wind whistled through the graveyard above, weaving a mournful sound among the tombstones. Contemplating the distant mountains shrouded in grey, Gu Tao couldn't help but let out a sigh of reflection.
In the end, a person's life ends right here, doesn't it?
Actually, he didn't quite understand why Japanese horror films always made graveyards the epicenter of terror. The graveyards weren't really scary at all, were they? The yellow earth everywhere was a resting place for people; it was just that more people were buried here. Perhaps all the fear stemmed from humanity's innate fear of death.
