Next to Yuzhu Villa's graveyard, there were always plenty of dead.
Duan Yun and his companions would occasionally run into a few people here, all of whom came to bury bodies.
But they had never seen such a grand spectacle before.
Typically, those who came here to bury bodies were the poor, some without even a simple wooden coffin, only able to wrap the body with a straw mat - there was no spare silver to pay for a ritual.
Yet the commotion outside seemed rather significant, clearly costing a tidy sum.
Could it be some lord with eccentric tastes preferred a bustling afterlife?
Duan Yun and Shen Ying enjoyed watching the hubbub, not sparing even the spectacle of the dead, so they stood in the yard, stretching their necks to look towards the graveyard.
Suddenly, they heard a harmonious chant from the mountain: "The Six Swords descend from Huang Mountain, a sword flight that startles heaven and earth!"
"Riding the wind on swords, expelling evil between heaven and earth!"
