After Senior Shu and I ate something, we went to bed. Dreamily, I thought I heard the strange noise from last night again. Moreover, it was very distinctive this time. Feeling curious, I got out of the tent and followed the noise. It was from the woods not far from us. At this moment, the miasma had mostly dispersed. I wanted to go there to see what was crying. 

“Did you forget what I told you?” At this moment, Senior Shu’s voice arose. With a dark face, he pulled me back to the tent. Then, he started to give me an earful. “Kid, were your ears stuck with donkey hair, or did you think that you’ve lived long enough? That’s not something we can peep or interfere with!” 

I was so scared I couldn’t speak. However, I was doubtful. Why was Senior Shu so wary of this place? 

A moment later, when he looked better, I smiled servilely and asked, “Grandpa, did something bad happen here before?” 

Senior Shu snorted, then started to speak with an indifferent tone. “You want to know? In 1942, when the Kuomintang army marched along the Burma highway to fight the evil Japanese army, a regiment...