C2216 A Monster Is Not at Home

When the first ray of sunlight shined on the treetops in the morning, Ye Xiaodao took off his blue shirt, exposing his scarred arm. He casually threw his clothes on a branch beside him, grabbed a shovel that was inserted into the ground, and ruthlessly stepped on a pile of graves that could barely be seen.

There was a young woman with two braids standing beside him