Brushing, the tomb shovel was pulled up, and bright red liquid dripped down. A fat head came forward and said, "Fake, the legendary Tomb of Blood Corpses!" The person behind him froze.
Xiao Wuyi, who was holding a grave shovel, slapped the fat man on the back of his head: "The eyes are on the back of his head? This is my own blood, sister!"
The fat man scratched his head, grinned and cursed in his heart: Sister, you hurt your finger, where did you get so much blood?
He simply wiped off the blood on his fingers and scooped up his sleeves: "Let's go and dig forty meters from the southeast." Everyone started working in tacit agreement. For tomb robbers, the blood corpse tomb is...
