Deep in the forest, amidst silence.
A series of "thud," "thud," "thud" sounds echoed.
Spades of dirt were flung up, then rustled down.
At the bottom of the pit, several bodies lurked indistinctly.
Their twisted limbs intertwined, bloodstains all over their clothes.
The fresh blood, not yet dried, merged with the soil, becoming increasingly dark.
With each layer of new soil covering them, the evidence of the brutal massacre earlier was gradually buried in the dark underground.
Xu Sanduo forcibly endured the nauseating stench of blood, gripping the shovel tightly, continuously shoveling and tossing dirt.
With every swing, it felt as though all his strength was being drained.
Large beads of sweat rolled down his reddened face, his arms slightly trembling from the exertion.
However, he dared not show any sign of slackening.
For there was a presence beside him akin to a god of death.
Taking advantage of the shovel's swing, Xu Sanduo sneakily glanced at the other party.
