Wen Yan composed himself, ignored the voices coming from behind, and didn't respond, simply following the Grave Walker onward.
Before long, a small dirt path appeared beside the main road, and the Grave Walker stepped onto it.
Walking on the dirt path, they advanced, light seemingly shining from ahead.
The moment Wen Yan stepped out, he was met with the sight of several desolate graves. Lifting his head to look forward, his gaze sharpened.
There was an old courtyard with blue brick walls ahead, surrounded by an assortment of clay pots, and he realized he was just outside the backyard of this courtyard.
Wen Yan took a few steps forward, looking to the side, and spotted a small earthen hole at the corner of the slope.
This was the place where he had lived for a long time. The small hole was a dog's den, made by a stray that, after being fed by the children in the courtyard a few times, had settled down there.
