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... like that's Peach Village's cemetery. There were two people hastily throwing the dirt on the surface aside and trying to continue digging.

When I got closer I noticed something strange. The tombstone, I mean grave was larger in dimensions compared to the surrounding ones. In a way it was lucky. It took a lot of effort from the two grave robbers because the tombstone was made from stone.

"Zha Pi, who does the largest grave in the village belong to?"

Zha Pi and Tang Ye can ...

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