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Shen Qingluo did not open the grave immediately.

Gravekeepers have gravekeeper rules.

Graves cannot be dug casually, souls cannot be harvested casually, words spoken by the living cannot be fully believed, and words spoken by the dead cannot be fully believed.

She first moved the three ever-burning lamps and rearranged them according to southeast, northwest, and northwest.

The flames were still leaning towards the west side of the main tomb.

Shen Qingluo held the peach wood sword and walked in the direction pointed by the flames.

It was a piece of short grass three feet away from the west side of the main tomb.

Elsewhere in Crow Ridge, the grass is half as tall as a person. Only here it is close to the ground, as if it has been repeatedly pressed down by something.

Tang Cake jumped down from the tombstone, lowered his head to smell it, and immediately stepped back.

"Fishy."

Ah Qing floated closer: "Bloody?"

Tanggao flicked his tail: "The blood is mixed with evil, and there is also a little... very old ash."

Shen Qingluo squatted down and used her peach wood sword to push away the floating soil.

A narrow gutter was exposed underneath.

The ditch was dug very concealed and covered with turf. If it hadn't been for the burning lamp that led the way, it would have been impossible to see it in the daytime.

Tie Zhu came over holding the account book.

"Is there a fine for tampering with ancestral graves privately?"

Shen Qingluo: "Punishment. Remember the Liang family first."

Tie Zhu wrote carefully.

Ah Qing couldn't help but said: "One of you dares to speak, and the other dares to remember."

Shen Qingluo put a talisman paper against the mouth of the gutter and recited two requiem spells in a low voice.

There was no movement in the ditch.

She put it in more practical terms.

"Come out. I won't save you in vain. Keep an account."

A Qing held his forehead and said, "A Luo, the kid has to crawl back after hearing this."

However, there was actually a slight sound coming from deep in the gutter.

A small dark shadow slowly crawled out.

He looked like a five or six-year-old child, so thin that only a shadow was left outside the soul fire.It was covered with fine lines of blood, and there was a scratched mark on the back of its neck, with black and red evil energy still remaining on the edge.

It looked up at Shen Qingluo, and its first reaction was neither to attack nor to run away.

It's to shrink yourself into a ball.

Shen Qingluo has seen many imps.

Those who died of illness, starvation, or drowning were chubby because they were well worshiped by their relatives, and there were also those who were so hungry that they could only cry because no one worshiped them.

But this one is different.

Its soul fire was very heavy, as if it had been raised in some sinister place, but was forcibly scraped away from where it came from.

Tang Cake scratched the ground with his paws.

"This thing is not ordinary."

Shen Qingluo asked Little Shadow: "Who did it?"

The little shadow's lips moved but no sound came out.

The blood line on its body suddenly tightened.

The little shadow curled up in pain, and the soul fire was almost pulled out of the body.

Shen Qingluo looked up.

At the other end of the gutter, a man in gray robe walked out from behind a tree.

He was tall and thin, with his face hidden in his hood, and a thin line of blood trailing in his hand.

The other end of the blood line was connected to Little Shadow's soul fire.

"Shen Shou's tomb." The man's voice was hoarse, "This is not something you should touch."

Shen Qingluo stood up.

"Who are you?"

"Collecting things for others."

"Where's Xuan Si's document?"

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