Night.
Desolate Graves, Wutong Village.
Deep within Desolate Graves, a furtive figure gripped an iron shovel and continuously dug into the ground.
It was Chen Sheng.
The first time he had done something guilty. No, the third time he had done something guilty, he glanced around after every shovelful of dirt, terrified that someone might catch him.
"You really are something, Shen Ziming."
"You didn't hide it under the bed, you didn't hide it beneath the floorboards, with so many other places you could've hidden it."
"But you just had to hide it in a graveyard."
Chen Sheng muttered as he dug, trying to ease the tension in his heart.
If Shen Ziming was not most likely already dead, he would have wanted to confront him about it someday.
Fortunately,
half an hour passed.
With a clang, the shovel seemed to strike something hard.
Chen Sheng's heart abruptly skipped a beat.
But he knew he had found what Shen Ziming had left behind.
"What the hell is it, acting all mysterious?"
Chen Sheng looked around once more. Only after confirming that no one was nearby did he jump into the pit.
He brushed away the dirt covering the hard object, gradually revealing its true appearance.
It was a wooden box. It was not locked, and its surface looked completely ordinary.
Chen Sheng flipped it open.
Whoosh! In the pitch-black night, golden light shone across Chen Sheng's face.
Snap! He slammed the wooden box shut.
Holy shit, a golden legend! That fleeting glimpse had already allowed Chen Sheng to see what was inside.
Several Gold Bars, each as thick as a thumb and as long as an index finger.
There were also several thick bundles of cash stacked together.
He was going to be rich.
That was Chen Sheng's first thought.