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The night was as dark as ink, as if an invisible hand had gathered all the light and sound between heaven and earth. The moon hung in the sky, like a hazy lighthouse covered in mist, and the stars were hidden behind the clouds, occasionally revealing a cold light. Led by their teacher, the students entered this ancient graveyard, with mist swirling around their feet like light smoke, adding an extra touch of mystery and desolation to the place.
Lin Xiaoxiao followed closely behind the teacher and her classmates, her gaze darting through the darkness like a searchlight. The weathered tombstones seemed to come alive in her eyes, with every mark telling a story of past glory and loneliness. Her heart was filled with curiosity about these departed lives, and each tombstone seemed to be an unfinished storybook.
The students whispered various rumors and stories about the cemetery between the tombstones, feeling both mysterious and curious about the names that lay at rest. Some even began to boast to each other, comparing who dared to touch the tombstones and who dared to read the names of the deceased.
The teacher constantly reminded the students, "Remember, this is the final resting place for people. We must come here with the utmost respect." Her words carried a seriousness that could not be ignored.
As everyone gathered closely together, Lin Xiaoxiao's gaze was drawn to a tombstone hidden in a distant corner. The tombstone appeared older and more solitary than those surrounding it, as if deliberately concealing a secret. She couldn't help but walk towards it, feeling compelled by an irresistible force.
She approached quietly, making sure not to disturb the others. When she reached the tombstone, she gazed at the name and the life story inscribed on it, trying to fathom the story of the person who had passed away. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, carrying a few blurry words, as if the departed was trying to communicate with her.
Lin Xiaoxiao's heart raced as she reached out to touch the tombstone, trying to feel the story hidden behind the cold stone surface. At that moment, she felt an unusual chill, not like the evening breeze, but emanating from the tombstone itself.
"Lin Xiaoxiao, what are you doing here?" a classmate's voice came from a distance, breaking the eerie silence.
Lin Xiaoxiao turned around and saw her classmates looking in her direction. She realized she had walked too far. She quickly withdrew her hand and put on an indifferent look, "I was just curious about this tombstone."
Lin Xiaoxiao was deeply attracted by the solitary stone monument standing in the crevice of dense trees, as if it were the guardian of this dense forest. The tombstone, hidden in the river of time, was covered with thick moss, giving a sense of distance and solemnity.
Part of the poem has been eroded by the wind and rain, leaving only mottled traces, but Lin Xiaoxiao still strives to interpret those faintly visible words.
"Do not... ask... for... the return... date..." She softly recited those intermittent words, each one sounding like a whisper from the abyss, stirring a resonance in her heart.
Lin Xiaoxiao reached out her hand, and her fingertips gently touched the surface of the stone tablet. At that moment, a strange sensation surged through her, as if a warm power was transmitting from the stone into her body, causing her heart to race.
She gazed at the stone tablet, as if seeing all the hustle and bustle, as well as the tranquility, the joys and sorrows, and the partings and reunions of the past years. The stone tablet was not just a marker; it was a bridge of history, connecting the past and the present, life and death.
Suddenly, a slight sound interrupted her thoughts. She turned abruptly, only to see the empty woods around her, with nothing but her own shadow. "Is it the wind... or..." she muttered to herself, her voice filled with doubt and unease.
Lin Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She knew she had to leave this place, but her feet involuntarily paused for a moment, seemingly entangled by the congealment of history.
At that moment, she suddenly heard a low and faint sound, like some kind of whisper or incantation. The sound came from deeper within the cemetery, in a secluded corner shielded by towering old trees, a dense forest where even moonlight couldn't penetrate.
Her heart raced, a feeling both familiar and unfamiliar spreading within her. Curiosity drove her towards the source of the sound, but her steps were cautious, afraid of disturbing the mysterious order.
Lin Xiaoxiao's steps on the forest path became increasingly hesitant, the darkness around her like a vast web gradually closing in. The voices of her teacher and classmates had long been left behind, replaced by the eerie silence unique to the nighttime forest—a silence that made her heart race.
Her every breath seems unusually clear, and every heartbeat makes this silent night even deeper. Lin Xiaoxiao tries to keep herself calm, but her intuition tells her that she is not alone here.
The rustling of the leaves in the night wind grows louder, as if every leaf is the eye of an unseen creature, closely watching her every move. Every sound of the wind blowing through the treetops is like a whisper of hidden creatures in the darkness, telling ancient and unknown secrets.
Lin Xiaoxiao tightly grasped the flashlight in her hand, a faint beam of light piercing into the heart of the night, but the edge of the light beam was a blurry darkness, an area untouched by light. Her footsteps seemed unusually abrupt in this silence, each step seemingly reminding something - she had arrived.
"Who... who's there?" Lin Xiaoxiao's voice trembled in the darkness, she tried to conceal her fear, but the rising sense of panic made every word she spoke reveal her true emotions.
Suddenly, an unusual sound interrupted her question, like footsteps, but heavy and slow, unlike a human's. Lin Xiaoxiao's heart contracted suddenly, and she slowly turned the flashlight, the beam wandering among the trees, trying to find the source of the sound.
The sound appeared again, this time closer and clearer. Lin Xiaoxiao froze in place, feeling that something was just beyond her line of sight, a hunter hidden in the darkness, waiting for the right moment.
"Who is it?!" she raised her voice, but the only response was the rustling of the leaves and her own increasingly rapid breathing.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew through, carrying a faint, almost imperceptible whisper. It was both hollow and distant, like a voice drifting from another world, and the words - icy and terrifying.
"Turn back..."
Lin Xiaoxiao's heart was pounding violently, and every breath she took felt like fighting for survival. The whisper seemed like a premonition of death, making her soul feel an indescribable chill. She dared not turn back, because her intuition told her that if she did, the terrifying thing would drag her into endless darkness.
She began to run, her footsteps making panicked, crunching sounds on the thick layer of fallen leaves. Each step felt like struggling in an invisible quagmire, deepening the fear in her heart with every footfall. She could sense the unknown presence right behind her, its existence like a dark force slowly reaching out to engulf her.
Lin Xiaoxiao's breathing became increasingly rapid, her vision blurred in the darkness, with only the flickering beam of her flashlight providing faint guidance. Her heart was filled with fear of the unknown, and a desperate desire for life drove her to sprint forward, but deep down, she also silently prayed, hoping that this was all just a nightmare.
At that moment, a beam of moonlight shone through the treetops, illuminating a small clearing. Lin Xiaoxiao almost exhausted her last bit of strength to rush over, and the cold moonlight seemed to exist as a redemption. She could finally see clearly under her feet, the dew shining brightly in the moonlight, so beautiful that it made her forget her fear.
In this quiet and mysterious clearing, she saw the black figure. The person stood in front of a new grave, holding a sword in his hand, performing an ancient and mysterious ritual. His figure was tall and straight, the traditional black robe appearing even more profound in the moonlight, and his pale hair gently swaying in the night breeze.
Lin Xiaoxiao held her breath and felt an invisible pressure, which belonged to the mysterious figure. The person was tall and straight, dressed in a traditional black robe, with gray hair and deep eyes. He was waving a sword in the air in front of the tomb, seemingly performing some kind of ritual. Every movement he made seemed precise and rhythmic, as if he were battling an unseen opponent. His dignity and power were so strong that even the air seemed to respect his presence. He did not notice Lin Xiaoxiao's arrival, still completely focused on his sword dance.
Lin Xiaoxiao's heart was pounding, and countless thoughts flashed through her mind. Who was this person? What was he doing here? What kind of story was hidden in this graveyard? But a deeper intuition told her that this was a secret she should not know, and she should not be here.
Just as her panic reached its peak, the man suddenly stopped his sword dance, turned around, and his gaze pierced through the night, landing directly on Lin Xiaoxiao. His eyes were cold and sharp, like a blade that could see into the depths of one's heart.
Lin Xiaoxiao felt her breathing becoming difficult, her feet frozen to the ground, and even the air seemed to have frozen. Her body trembled in indescribable panic, and this time, she truly had nowhere to escape.
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