In front of him was a European-style cemetery, it was night, and rows of pale tombstones stood neatly, like teeth growing on the earth, and loose soil was festering gums.
A tall statue of a god is erected in the center of the cemetery, its white and lustrous appearance is painted with a layer of glaze by the scarlet moonlight, and the hands placed on its chest hold a touch of bright red objects, which are poisonous and dazzling.
Qi Si walked over leisurely, and suddenly heard a "bang" sound behind his ear.
He turned his head in response, only to see a white hand bone breaking out of the soil, resembling a bloody rose in the scarlet glow.
"It's so beautiful."
Zis held his breath, for fear of disturbing the rare beauty.
He watched intently as his hand bones bent his fingertips into the
