Night.
Wutong Village, deserted graves.
In the deep end of the deserted grave, there was a man sneaking around, holding an iron shovel and constantly digging into the ground.
It was Chen Sheng.
It was his first time doing a guilty deed... No, it was his third time. Every time he dug a bit of soil, he would glance around, afraid of being caught.
"You really have a way, Shen Ziming."
"You didn't hide it under the bed or the floor, and so many places you didn't hide it."
"You hid it in a graveyard."
Chen Sheng muttered to himself as he dug, trying to ease the tension in his heart.
If it weren't for the fact that Shen Ziming was 80% likely to be dead, he would even want to confront him in the future.
Fortunately,
Half an hour passed.
With a clank,
The iron shovel seemed to hit something hard.
Chen Sheng's heart missed a beat.
But he knew that he had dug up something left behind by Shen Ziming.
"What the hell is it, so mysterious."
