A tomb of a high-ranking official from an unknown dynasty and generation was dug up at the gate of the community. An Anxin was passing by carrying a late-night snack. His foot slipped and he fell. When he opened his eyes again, the ground was covered with corpses and a patch of yellow sand.
A little young lady crawled out from the pile of corpses, with fierce eyes and a big knife in her hand, and sneered: "Which dog slave are you sent to take my life?"
An Xin looked at his face covered with blood and listened to the whine in his stomach. He adjusted his glasses, lowered his head calmly, and shook the plastic bag containing the midnight snack: "Want to eat? Little brother."
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