Don’t forget, Liang Han and others said at the beginning that their side ……
That could all be accompanied by burial goods.
Among them, there is no shortage of some of their lifelong pursuit to obtain some of the private collections that belong to them.
Not having anyone to help them actually made this point more beneficial to Han Qianqian.
“Ha!”
A shovel went down at once.
“Ha!”
Another shovel went down!
The sound of voices, in the silent, dark night, kept coming out.
Han Qianqian was working feverishly ……
Half an hour later, an old grave was dug open in a regular manner.
When Han Qianqian’s hand moved, a wave of energy instantly knocked over a tree branch next to it.
When it subsequently flew back to Han Qianqian, it exploded several times, and when it came to a complete stop at its feet, it was already a proper and suitable coffin.
“Seniors, go home.”
Looking at the skeletons in the ground, Han Qianqian bowed reverently, then jumped down from the pit and placed the skeletons one by one into the new coffin.
Afterwards, he marked the coffin with a name and marked it well, and followed the name to restrain his memory of the general place those great gods had told him about back then, so that he could easily plan and organize it in the future, and tune out a route that would be most suitable for sending them home.
“What is this?”
Han Qianqian frowned, and a string of beads caught Han Qianqian’s attention under the wet mud at the side of the skeleton.
Han Qianqian crouched down slightly and slowly picked it up.
It resembled a Buddhist bead, but was made of jade, and the centralmost bead had two words engraved on it, Heaven’s Edge.
Han Qianqian tossed it around a bit, but unfortunately, he didn’t make any sense of it.
After putting the beads into his storage ring again, Han Qianqian quickly began his work on the next grave.
One by one, one by one.
When morning came and the trees around the graves had been turned into poles, Han Qianqian’s grave digging work finally came to an end.
Han Qianqian was so tired and sweaty that he leaned helplessly under a big tree to rest.
Even though he was already a monk, in common sense, digging a few dozen pits was no big deal, and even a few dozen more would be a small job for him.
But today was different. In order to show his devotion and respect, Han Qianqian did not use any real energy throughout the whole process, but did it himself, hand by hand, little by little, with great care.
However, it was a joy to be tired.
For one thing, sending the souls of these old-timers back to their homeland was an extremely meaningful thing to do, and they had all helped themselves a lot.
If it wasn’t for them, Han Qianqian’s trip to the city would not have been the same as it is now, and he would have probably died long ago.
Therefore, in Han Qianqian’s eyes, they are both his former opponents, his friends and his teachers.
Secondly ……
Secondly a bit vulgar ……
In one night, Han Qianqian plowed so many graves, basically roughly counted ……
About seventeen books of mysterious laws that I can’t understand, seven things that look like treasures but don’t look like treasures that I don’t know what they are and ……
Two very odd objects ……
The reason for using the word objects is that Han Qianqian is completely at a loss as to how to describe these things.
It looked like a sword, not a sword, not a sword, about half a meter long, and had an irregular shape all over, some like a hexagon, and some like a heptagon.
Han Qianqian tossed and turned for a long time, but he could not figure out what these two objects were, let alone what they were used for.
However, no matter what, and whether he could understand them or not, there was one thing Han Qianqian could be sure of, and that was that these objects were anything but ordinary.
They were most likely some kind of unearthly divine objects, but he just didn’t understand them for the time being. After all, if that were not the case, how could these things become the burial objects of these great gods?
So, no matter which way one looked at it, although Han Qianqian was now tired, this one’s heart was actually tired and happy.
“Alright.” Han Qianqian smiled and stood up from the ground, followed by a wave of energy between one hand, and the pits that had been dug were instantly refilled with mud.
If it was the trees around that were weeded like poles that were telling the story of what happened last night, it seemed as if nothing had really happened before their eyes.
Suddenly, at that moment, Han Qianqian’s smile froze on his face: “Holy sh*t, sh*t.”