The Grave of Long Bing

Sure enough, Wu Zhangkong led the way into Heaven Dou Public Cemetery. The plant life seen peeking from over the walls was actually part of the cemetery. A collection of large trees were orderly arranged between the gravestones.

Wu Zhangkong’s robes fluttered behind him as he entered, seeming to fit in as a ghostly specter.

This was Tang Wulin’s first time entering such a place, and so his gaze began to wander. There were only a few people present in the cemetery paying their respects to the deceased.

As if possessed, Wu Zhangkong didn’t stop until they arrived at a gravestone just off of the cemetery’s center.

The gravestone was tall and adorned with a few simple words: The grave of Long Bing.

Long Bing? Who’s that? It sounds like a girl’s name.

“Wait here.” Turning around to speak to Tang Wulin, Wu Zhangkong’s tone had thawed from its usual iciness to a warm tenderness.

“Okay.” Tang Wulin considerately moved to stand at the side.