A tombkeeper is not a human, but a spirit body.

More precisely, the gravekeeper is actually a dead soul, forbidden in a huge cemetery outside the outskirts of Fujikura City.

The gravekeeper also had a name at the beginning, but everyone would have a name.

When he first met the gravekeeper, Takasugihara asked the old man's name again and again, but he was rejected one by one.

The gravekeeper said that he had been dead for too long and he forgot his name.

The inscriptions on the tombstones have been weathered and destroyed. What else is important about the name? No one will remember it anyway.

Finally, Takasugihara can only call the old man the "gravekeeper".

...

During Takasugihara's brief death, it was the gravekeeper who saved him, teaching him what energy is, how to collect energy, and how to survive in this way.

Takasugihara didn't know the name of the tombkeeper, how long he had stayed in this deserted cemetery, and why he died or why he appeared.

But in this bizarre soul country, it seems that everything is acceptable.

The gravekeeper is the only existence who can communicate with him. If he has any worries and doubts, he can only talk to the gravekeeper.

Takasugihara respects the gravekeeper very much.

The two reached an agreement during their time: Takasugihara was scheduled to visit the gravekeeper on the 23rd of each month, and the gravekeeper answered his doubts.

Of course, there are conditions to answer questions.

Takasugi Hara shares a history.

The gravekeeper has died for too long. The energy of the spirit body does not support him to walk out of this cemetery, and he dares not step out of the cemetery because he no longer recognizes the hasty changes outside and no longer belongs to his world.

The only thing that the gravekeeper is interested in is to listen to Takasugihara telling some of the history of his country. Only from history can he find a sense of belonging.

The hotel is very small, and the lighting bulbs on the corridor on the second floor emit orange lights, making people's shadows grow old.

Takasugihara silently walked into the room he had booked and turned on the lights.

The room is not big and the layout is simple and simple.

From the inside to the outside, a small squat toilet, a yellow-wood TV cabinet, a small TV, a small bed, and a narrow balcony are all the rooms.

Takasugihara put his backpack on the bed, turned off the light, and checked in the dark whether there were surveillance equipment such as pinhole cameras in the room.

After a while, he turned on the light with peace of mind.

This is something he must do every time he comes here. Although he doesn't check it out every time, this kind of work is essential.

He rarely tries to leave his soul outside his home.

Because it is a very dangerous behavior, after the soul leaves the body, the body's feelings will be extracted, and the body has no sense of consciousness, just like a vegetable.

At this time, no matter what others do to your body, the soul who goes out will be unconscious.

In addition, after the soul leaves the body, the safety of the body is an unknown and extremely risky thing.

If the soul goes out, a fire suddenly occurs in the place where the body is, and the body is burned away, and the soul can only become a lonely ghost.

And in this world, the soul needs to be attached to the body. If the body is gone, the soul will slowly disappear.

Takasugihara lies on the bed and looks towards the balcony.

The night outside the balcony was very dark, and the sky was like a whirlpool of ink squirming, and the world outside turned into a darkness like an abyss.

The stars that appear from time to time are like hunters' pupils, quietly peeking at the prey.

Two minutes later, Takasugihara pulled the curtains up and the feeling of being hunted disappeared.

It is now 8:30 pm, and there is still a long time before twelve o'clock in the morning. Takasugihara took out his cell phone and slowly read the historical information.

The lights on the ceiling emit a quiet halo.

It arrived soon at twelve o'clock in the morning, Takasugihara turned off her phone, unexpectedly, without any sleepiness.

After locking the door, I looked at the late night outside the balcony. The silence and deep sounds of crickets and night frogs came from time to time.

Locked the balcony, Takasugihara lies back on the bed and turns off all the lights.

The whole room fell into darkness in an instant, without any light.

He let out a light breath and closed his eyes and fell asleep.

After a while, in the darkness, he slowly appeared in his soul state. He looked at his body with some doubts again, and he slowly came downstairs of the hotel.

In the front desk, the female boss had already changed shifts. A dark-skinned uncle was watching a TV series with his mobile phone, holding a toothpick in his mouth, and laughing from time to time.

Takasugihara slowly walked out of the main entrance and headed straight to the cemetery.

The night is rich, with weeds on both sides of the gravel road, and the sound of frogs is constantly ringing.

Not long, Takasugihara came to the front of the cemetery in a short while.

A lush pine and cypress growing around the cemetery, and the lush leaves become hazy at night.

The pines and cypresses are eternal and evergreen, with rustling leaves and longings.

Takasugihara slowly walked along the gravel road to the entrance of the cemetery.

The pine and cypresses in front of me swayed in the night wind, and the rustling sound of the fallen leaves seemed to warn him not to enter and disturb people's rest.

Takasugihara hesitated for a moment and entered the cemetery.

The cemetery here is very large, divided into two parts from the inside and outside. The cemetery outside is guaranteed by the government, so majestic and desolate. There is a thin layer of fallen leaves on the stone road. It can be seen that people don’t often come here, but there are traces of sanitation.

But after reaching the deep cemetery, there were no traces of cleaning everywhere and few people came to visit.

The weeds hang down, the leaves are sluggish, the tombstone is inserted crookedly, and from time to time a small earth bun is raised from the flat ground, which is an unknown tomb.

The crescent moon hangs high in the night sky, and the faint silver light shines on the rows of cold stone tablets.

Takasugihara was in the cemetery, an indescribable atmosphere made him stop floating, fall to the ground, and walk silently into the depths.

Stopped in front of a grave made of gravel, Takasugihara slowly squatted in front of the grave and looked at the tombstone that was only half left.

"Grandpa guarding the tomb..."

He called softly, knowing that the sound would not reach reality with a little control in the state of soul, but he still couldn't help but lower his voice.

A gloomy wind blew, and the grave did not change at all.

After a while, an old and misty hoarse voice came from the ground.

"Here...baby..."

Immediately afterwards, an old man slowly crawled out from under the ground where Takasugihara was sitting and grabbed his ankle with one hand.

The land does not have any signs of collapse because the old man is also a spiritual body.

Takasugihara's face turned cold, and she didn't let her guard down until she saw the familiar face.

"Grandpa, don't scare me like this."

A hunched old man slowly appeared in front of Takasugihara, his old face was full of wrinkles, comparable to the wrinkles on the old mountain.

It is the gravekeeper.

"You sat on my coffin again..."

The gravekeeper's voice was in a strange tone. Takasugihara needed to listen carefully to the content of the words, but he had already had six opportunities to come into contact with him, so he gradually got used to this pronunciation.

"……Feel sorry."

"fine."

The gravekeeper waved his hand, and the sound seemed to come from a distance, but he was right in front of him.

"I've been missing for a month, grandpa."

After Takasugihara apologized, he sincerely greeted the old man in front of him.

Looking at the old man in front of him, he still couldn't describe the word "Gravekeeper" and changed his words to the title of "Grandpa".

"Has it been a month?"

The gravekeeper opened his turbid eyes and slowly muttered to himself.

After staying alone for a long time, the feeling of time becomes blurred.

In his soul state, he looks old, unlike Takasugihara, who is full of abundant energy, his spirit body gives people a feeling that it will dissipate at any time.

"What did you bring this month?"

The old man was silent for a moment, and looked at Takasugihara with a little bit of emotion in his eyes.

"Starting from the Gengzi year we talked about last time, we have prepared twenty years of history."

The old man slowly sat down on his grave and looked at Takasugihara quietly. After tidying up his thoughts, he told the story.

...

At three o'clock in the morning, Takasugihara talked for three hours in a row, and finally finished the twenty-year history. He closed his mouth and his throat was a little dry.

The gravekeeper looked at the night with unfulfilled wish.
To be continued...