C101 Yang wei's identity

It was late at night, and a drizzle still drizzled outside.

There was no night. The rain was hazy, and darkness shrouded the land. Everything was quiet.

The ten of them carried ten umbrellas and slowly walked towards the ancient tomb.

The tomb was on the east side of the village, under a flat piece of land.

At this moment, the ancient tomb was covered with a thick tarpaulin