Chaotic Burial Mound.
With one kick, he sent the wild dog scavenging here flying. The man with the word 'play' on his mask was flipping the soil over, strike by strike.
"Damn it!
"So damn it!
"The grand play hasn't started, and the actor is dead.
"During festive seasons, will you still watch plays in the future?
"But this actor is truly useless, you obtained Divine Skill, yet didn't train diligently.
"Now the precious Secret Manual is lost, and the person is dead..."
He muttered to himself, flipping the soil to reveal Dong Xingzhi wrapped in the straw mat underneath.
Looking at his corpse, and the marks on his neck.
The man was silent for a moment, then laughed:
"However... life is like a play, how can anything be foolproof?
"Accidents and coincidences, they are all part of the play.
"An actor might sing a few more lines, it's only natural.
"It's a pity you found the wrong person...
"Why did you mess with him unnecessarily?"
