On her way back, Mu Ying took a different route, which was a bit longer, but her vision was excellent at night, so a little delay didn't matter.
Passing by the hillside where the cemetery used to be, she glanced over unintentionally and had to stop.
What was with the freshly dug graves at the foot of the mountain?
Before the apocalypse, this was one of Coastal City's best-maintained cemeteries, reputedly surveyed by a master for its feng shui.
But back then, only urns were buried here.
The rain had not eroded the natural marble tombstones; instead, it made the pines and cypresses of the cemetery even denser.
The cemetery was not far from the territory. After the apocalypse, some of the people who died unfortunately around the territory were buried here since there were no conditions for cremation, creating more grave mounds at the foot of the mountain.
But now, the mounds were gone, fresh, damp soil scattered on the ground, and shrouds thrown carelessly about, tattered.