After burying the iron box, Liang Song stood up and looked around. He picked up three stones from the ground and placed them, one by one, over the spot where he had buried the box, arranging them neatly.
Ever since he had dealt with that mysterious iron box under the old locust tree, life seemed to have returned to peace. The militia company continued its training in an orderly fashion, with everyone working hard to improve their skills and better protect the village.
One night, the militia company organized night training. The Night Colors were as thick as ink; not a sliver of moonlight fell, and only sparse starlight twinkled in the distant firmament. The mountain forest was pitch black, so dark one could not see one's own fingers. The outline of every tree looked like a crouching beast, exuding an eerie, gloomy air.
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