The light rain that had just stopped actually floated up again.

The fog in the mountains began to dissipate.

Instead, it was getting denser and denser rain, and the entire grave gradually rose, which was far colder than the colder ones at the foot of the mountain.

Fortunately, Su Beiqiao and Wang Xiaoniao both followed Qian Ge and exchanged a set of raincoats.

So even if there is anything strange about this rain, I don’t worry too much.

The landblock was quickly dug up by three people.

Wang Xiaoniao's grandfather was not buried deep.

"Click."

Not long after, a muffled sound declared that the shovel touched the coffin.

The rain shattered the surrounding soil, and the dark red coffins were exposed. They were a bit old and paint had fallen out in many places.

Wang Xiaoniao's expression was a little complicated. Although his face was covered with exchanged raincoats and he was not wet with rain, he still couldn't help but wipe it.

Then breathe a sigh of relief.

"Brother Qian, Brother Beiqiao, open it."

Upon hearing this, Shi Qian nodded. Until now, he didn't feel anything strange about the coffin, and Su Beiqiao didn't say much.

But just as the three of them were about to continue to move.

"squeak……"

It was like the harsh sound of nails scraping glass, and suddenly sounded from the coffin.

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