Two men in raincoats were digging a hole by the edge of a low shrubbery.,Facing his uncle's teasing, Chen Luo simply ignored him. He put the corpse down and climbed out of the pit again, preparing to carry the last one. At this time, the rain got heavier, mixed with wind, blowing on his face painfully. A puddle beside them was washed away by the rainwater, forming a small mudslide that turned both of their pants legs yellow. The straw mat wrapped around the corpse was also washed open by the mudslide. Chen Luo, blinded by the rain, accidentally caught the skull through the mat.,At the top, there's the government exerting its authority. But below, underground organizations like gangs and local power structures have their own territories. On the surface, everyone maintains the appearance of upholding the imperial court's face and acting by the rules. But what happens at night is up to the underworld folk.。