Early one morning, a middle-aged farmer walked along the ridges between the fields, humming a tune.
As he passed his own field, he only glanced at it before his body jerked sideways in shock. His foot caught, and he fell to the ground.
"Which bastard dug up my field?!"
Lying prone on the ground, he saw that someone had dug a huge pit in his field!
This was utterly vile. There were crops planted in the field!
The farmer cursed as he looked around, stomping his feet in fury.
It was not just this field. The surrounding fields had also been ruined, their crops crushed beneath piles of excavated earth.
The farmer made a round of all the nearby fields and soon found several slanted earthen holes.
Compared with the largest deep pit, those holes were only four or five meters deep, seemingly just tentative excavations from various angles.
"Huh? Could this be grave robbing?"
Even if he had never eaten pork, had he not seen a pig run? The farmer immediately realized these were looters' tunnels. His first reaction was to hurriedly crawl into one and feel around.
He emerged covered in dirt, but found nothing.
Still unwilling to give up, he switched to another hole. There was still nothing. Then he went to the largest pit, jumped down, and searched it, only to come up empty-handed again.
"This land has been farmland for generations. How could there be a tomb here?" The farmer laughed at himself, then painstakingly climbed back up and hurried off to report it to the Village Chief.
Before long, the villagers had all gathered, chattering among themselves about who had recently seen outsiders.
The Village Chief jumped into the pit and immediately noticed that the color of the surrounding soil was wrong. It seemed