Preface

On the cliffs on both sides of the canyon, there are numerous hanging coffins, and the higher the location, the better the quality of the coffins.

Soon, the new mound took shape, showing no signs of having been disturbed by human activity

The moon is bright, and the stars are sparse

The old man closed the coffin lid, placed the coffin into the pit, and quickly covered it with soil

The old man had disheveled hair, his body was covered in filth, and his face was dirty, with only his bright, shining eyes visible.

The old man suddenly rose to his feet, his right hand clawed, and the resurrected dead infant on the ground flew directly into his hand

The ominous winds of the great work ceased in an instant, like the dark breath of a tornado, dissipating thereafter, and the canyon returned to its original tranquility, silent and desolate

The harsh winter has stripped the earth of its green attire, leaving behind boundless desolation and books

Time flows slowly, and the faint breath of the stillborn infant continues to seep out.

Outside, there is a profound tranquility, yet in this small hollow, the sky is dark and the earth is dim, where extraordinarily bizarre events are unfolding

Puff puff puff

Although the old man's hands trembled, he quickly removed the clothes from the corpse of the infant in the coffin, then put them on the infant's body on the ground, and finally placed the infant into the small coffin.

Hoo hoo hoo ... ...

As the murmurs faded, the old man swiftly wrapped the infant in his arms, his figure flickering like lightning as he transformed into a fleeting shadow and dashed away

Not far from the old man, there lay an unwrapped infant, its body emanating a terrifying pallor, with eyes tightly shut and utterly motionless, revealing itself to be a corpse of a dead baby

He continuously scraped the new mound of earth with both hands, producing faint sounds that made the already eerie atmosphere even more terrifying

Suddenly, a chilling wind arose, filling this recessed area of the sheer cliff. A hazy black mist swirled in the air, surging and roiling.

Certainly, even the lowest hanging coffins are made of superior materials, which are beyond the means of ordinary individuals to bear

Wow!

The sound emanated from a spot in the middle of the canyon, where the right cliff was recessed. It turned out that there was an old man there, using his hands to dig a new grave.

The bright moonlight, filtering through the narrow crevice, casts a dim glow throughout the entire canyon, rendering it eerily reminiscent of a scene from a book.

The stillborn infant lay quietly in the darkened circle, with a faint aura emanating from its body, merging into the frenzied and eerie atmosphere that surged around it. This aura surrounding the infant seemed to be slowly drawn away.

The old man sat on the ground, his face filled with terror as he gazed at the scene before him, his body trembling more and more violently, yet he made no move at all

The resurrected infant has ceased its crying, its clear eyes curiously gazing at the elderly man before it, while its limbs continue to kick in the air

The old man placed the coffin in his hands beside the deceased infant, gently opened the lid, and with a shake of his arms, the dirt on his hands fell away, becoming quite clean. Then, trembling, he reached into the coffin and lifted out another deceased infant

In the tranquil canyon, faint sounds continuously arise, sending chills down one's spine and instilling a sense of dread

The hazy breath grew increasingly dense, surging wildly, ultimately forming a dark, swirling circle, resembling a tornado, enveloping the lifeless infants on the ground

Cold night, desolate and chilly

The old man gazed at the infant in his hands, sighed deeply, and said: "The benefactor has used the most sinister means to help you evade the impending family disaster, I can only hope that his intentions are not to push you into an abyss without end"

The old man turned pale, unable to control himself as he sat on the ground, his body trembling, gasping for breath, and looking in terror at the dead infant lying on the ground

Before long, the old man emerged from the dug pit, cradling a small coffin, and with a leap, he and the book silently fell beside the lifeless infant

The vast ground of the canyon is dotted with mounds overgrown with weeds, appearing quite shabby, resembling both the hanging coffins on the sheer cliffs above and accentuating their extraordinary nature

It is unclear how much time has passed, when a loud cry suddenly emanates from the mouth of the deceased infant. His pale body has surprisingly regained its color, and his limbs, resembling lotus roots, are continuously kicking.

Two majestic mountains stand side by side, their towering cliffs converging towards the center, forming a vast and elongated canyon. Looking up, one can only see a narrow strip of blue sky.

The dead infant in the coffin, dressed in a small coat of pale color, made his face and a pair of small hands appear particularly ghastly; if someone were to witness this scene, they would surely be filled with terror and dread