The sky was dim, and chilling winds blew in gusts.
Among the graves on a barren burial mound, a small black cat stood on her hind legs, digging hard at the earth beneath her feet with both paws.
As time passed, she dug deeper and deeper, but even after digging fifty meters down, she still found nothing.
Miss Black Cat had no choice but to stop, take the parchment from her bosom, and examine it carefully by flashlight.
"This is right. This is the place. If I still haven't dug it up by now, could it be that I haven't dug deep enough?"
She pondered for a while, then quietly encouraged herself.
"Keep going, Lili. You can do it!"
With that, Miss Black Cat put away the parchment and continued digging.
She steeled herself. Until she found it, she would not stop.
For a time, only the scraping sounds of digging remained in the silent, barren graveyard.
Beneath a large tree on a nearby hill, an upright striped tiger could no longer see Miss Black Cat through his binoculars.
He wore a black cloth cap and fine clothes, carrying himself very much like an aristocratic gentleman.
Behind him, a gray wolf in a gray trench coat walked to his side and asked quietly.
"Kun Lord, Black Cat Lili, that pear-blossom cat, has already gone at least fifty meters underground. Should we head over now?"
The gray wolf had a scar at the corner of his eye and a tall, powerful build.
As he asked, however, his gaze remained fixed on the graveyard, his eyes flickering with greed and savagery.
The equally tall striped tiger put away the binoculars in his paws when he heard this. He glanced back at the gray wolf, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes,