"I'll talk, I'll talk."
As soon as Xiao Huang Mao heard Ye Xiaofei's voice, his hair stood on end, and his forehead had unknowingly broken out in a cold sweat, especially after hearing those words about a fate worse than death. His heart turned cold with fear, as he could imagine the ways he might be cruelly killed.
Ye Xiaofei and the others tacitly kept silent. Wu Zhengfeng's eyes were red and swollen, his fists clenched tight. If it wasn't for the presence of others, he would have surely killed this little scumbag.
"Weren't we just digging the river? We were just a bit short on cash, so we thought of digging up a few graves to make some money."
Xiao Huang Mao let out a sigh, speaking as if he actually knew what he was talking about. He puffed out his cheeks and put on an aggrieved look. Suddenly, his tone shifted as he said, "You know, opening ancient tombs requires skills. As small fries like us, we can only target ordinary graves."
