The night wind swept across the mass grave with the harsh cries of crows. Carrying torches and wearing face masks, the Xia Family Village Xiangyong Army dug open the eleventh unmarked fresh grave, when Shuanzhu suddenly stumbled half a step backward.
A section of blood-stained indigo waistband was half-buried in the decaying soil—it was precisely the distinct indigo dye used for the work garments of the Xia Family Village artisans. He brushed aside the dirt layer and caught sight of grey cloth garments covered in brown bloodstains; Niu Wazi had been wearing this exact outfit on the night in question.
"Political Commissar, we found him!" Shuanzhu cried out, his voice choking.
Chapter 130