The elders in the village always say that our village was built on a pile of dead people. In the past, many people died of famine, including those who died of starvation, illness, and beatings... Later, they were all buried under an open space surrounded by several mountains. Later, a group of people fleeing from famine fled here and stayed here because they thought the terrain was good. It turned into a village and gradually more and more people lived here. One day, the village chief issued a death order, forbidding outsiders from entering the village, and often said with a frightened face, "It's none of my business, don't come to me, you died of illness, don't blame me..." The rickety and thin body trembled as if it was about to collapse when the wind blew...
Intention: Break through the darkness, will dawn be reborn?