"Take him down, then find a hole to bury him," said Ye Fan indifferently.
Jiang Yue complained with a bitter face, "Young Master Ye, do you think I'm a digging machine? There are so many people, how big of a pit do we need?" The soil here was relatively loose, with a surface layer of rotting leaves, but digging a large pit would be too taxing. Thinking of this, Jiang Yue spoke again, "Young Master Ye, digging a pit is too time-consuming."
"Please, dig a pit for us, let us rest in peace," begged the leader of the assassins who knew his fate, saying that Chinese people value the notion of fallen leaves returning to the root, to be buried in peace. Now, overseas, returning to their roots was impossible, but at the very least they needed a proper burial. If their bodies were left in the wilderness, they would undoubtedly become food for wild beasts, and even in death, they would not rest easy.
