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"Snake slough, tung oil, yellow paper, candles, indwelling needles, blood bags, tents, instant noodles, pots..."

Lin Shu counted the items one by one.

After spending one night, he basically had all the materials and equipment ready.

He has made up his mind to raise the "snake" as quickly as possible.

After all, this set of rituals is your most direct and powerful weapon against potential threats.

Without the ability to protect yourself, how can we talk about development in the future?

As for the mass graves...

To be honest, Lin Shu was once very afraid of death and everything related to death, and his "fear" was related to an experience he had when he was a child.

At that time, I had to pass a small road every time I went to school.

The path passed through a wasteland on the edge of the town, with tall, overlapping hills on both sides.

He once wondered why such an undeveloped wasteland was left in a developed town, but of course, he didn't think much about it when he was a child.

​​----Until one year, Qingming Festival.

After the holiday, he went back to school.

When he walked into the path according to his past habits, he found that the path had completely changed.

“Maybe it was a fire during the Qingming Festival, or maybe someone did it intentionally, but in short, the originally dense bushes and grass on both sides of the path have been completely burned.

And the true appearance of those "hills" was completely exposed.

Those are not hills, they are tombs stacked and crowded together.

I have never seen such a crowded tomb. When I went back to my hometown to sweep the tomb, because it was in a village, every tomb almost occupied a hilltop to itself. The ones that were a little more crowded were just couples buried together or two generations buried together.

Such a shape will never make people feel scary, it will only make people feel solemn and calm.

…but not the trail.

The tombs on both sides of the path are densely packed together, like a crowded bus filled with people.

The tombstones of many tombs are broken, and many more have no tombstones at all, but are just piled with stones.

The stone collapsed, revealing a dark hole behind it. Protruding from the hole were the dark red wood stubble of the decaying coffin, as well as the gray bones.

He was caught in a dilemma between the graves, as if he would be swallowed up in the next second and become one of the withered bones in the grave.

At that time, I almost escaped from the path as if running for my life, and I never dared to step into that path again.

For a long time after that, the dogs on the roadside kept barking when they saw me.

It was at that time that I left a psychological shadow.

​—But as I grew up, this shadow gradually faded away with my memory.

Especially after meeting Xu Changshun and learning everything about the "ritual", Lin Shu suddenly felt that he was no longer afraid of these unknown things.

Grave? die? ghost?

Ghosts may exist.

But who says that it is not, like a "snake", a special existence that is generated through rituals?

If it is related to ritual, then it is knowable.

Since it is knowable, it is not scary...

With a slight shake of his head, Lin Shu stuffed all the prepared items into his backpack one by one.

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