Chapter 101-start a tomb

The sky was dark and the West Wind was cold.

On the vast wasteland, weeds were overgrown.

A lonely grave stood quietly. The gray tombstone was half-covered by long grass.

"Ga ... Ga ... Ga Ga ..."

With a few sharp and ear-piercing Crow caws, a dark figure streaked across the sky and landed on a small tree that had withered for who knows how long, making it even more ominous.

The West Wind blew again, and the grass and trees swayed.

The last bit of light in the sky slowly passed away, and the stars and moon gradually rose, sprinkling frost and snow all over the ground.

The nocturnal insects and rats began to rustle.

All of a sudden, all the sounds disappeared in unison, and for a moment, all was silent.

Above the grave, an arm suddenly stretched out from the yellow soil.

Then, a second hand, a third hand, a fourth hand ...