Inside the Mass Grave, a few owls hooted in the dark.
Lu Yun hoisted his shovel, digging away with a rhythmic thud, occasionally accompanied by the frantic, rattling curses of the spirits he disturbed.
Lu Yun didn't understand what these spirits, with dog-skin plasters stuck to their foreheads, were yelling about, but they certainly weren't saying anything nice.
Things like: "Baka yarou," "Koba yarou," and the like.
Thankfully, none of them called him a small fry, or else Lu Yun would have ground their bones to dust and scattered the ashes.
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