As the tombstone was moved aside, revealing what lay beneath, the sun was just tipping over the horizon, and standing in the flat area, one could no longer see the remnants of the sunset. The compass in Qin Liuxi's hand, which had been functioning normally, suddenly began to swing erratically, and the surrounding air seemed to turn colder with it.
"What is this thing, why has it suddenly gotten colder." A personal soldier rubbed his arms.
Qin Liuxi, however, stuffed the compass into her bag and picked up a tree branch to push aside the dark, torn cloth.
Song Ye's face had already turned ashen. He had been present during the reburial, and when the tombstone was placed, everything was clean and tidy, without anything amiss. Now, what was this?
Without even asking Qin Liuxi, he knew that something that shouldn't have appeared had now turned up at the well-kept grave, a matter that sent chills down one's spine.
Damn, it was really startling!
