Chapter 78: The Abandoned Grave in the Mountain
That evening, the two of them stayed at the He Family Mansion. The rear courtyard had guest rooms prepared—one for each.
Chen Yan found his accommodations rather comfortable. This was the residence of a wealthy family; every furnishing and item was of the highest quality.
That night, he sat cross-legged, guiding his Vital Energy Circulation Method, refining his inner strength until deep into the night before finally resting.
By dawn, he had only slept for four hours, but under the nourishment of his cultivated qi, his spirit remained vigorous, his eyes bright with energy.
He first checked his WeChat. No message from Gu Qing Yi.
After thinking for a moment, he sent a brief message to this aloof lady, simply to report his safety. After waiting a few minutes without a reply, he sighed inwardly.
[As expected of the legitimate daughter of the Gu Family, always so distant and cold.]
Stepping outside, he immediately spotted Chu Ke Qing standing in the courtyard.
The early winter morning was brisk. Since they were venturing into the mountains today, Chu Ke Qing had finally set aside her usual captivating cheongsam, instead donning a down jacket, jeans, and hiking boots. A backpack was strapped to her back.
Seeing her in this outfit, Chen Yan couldn’t help but chuckle. This woman, always exuding the mature allure of a temptress, suddenly looked much younger.
“Senior, good morning.” Chu Ke Qing greeted respectfully.
Chen Yan eyed her with curiosity. “You weren’t standing here all morning just waiting for me, were you?”
She straightened, speaking solemnly, “Ever since you graciously helped me correct my sect’s cultivation technique yesterday, I have resolved to regard you as my master. From this moment forth, Chu Ke Qing shall observe the etiquette of a disciple in your presence!”
Chen Yan raised an eyebrow and glanced at her.
[Ah… you know, you could have just paid me. A bank transfer, maybe a QR code scan? The more zeros on the number, the happier I’d be.]
[All this ‘disciple respect’ nonsense… why not show some practical gratitude?]
With that thought, he led Chu Ke Qing to the dining hall, where a housekeeper had already prepared breakfast.
Throughout the meal, Chen Yan remained silent, leading Chu Ke Qing to believe that he was pondering profound matters. In truth, his mind was occupied with something entirely different—
[How do I subtly let this woman know that deep inside, I have a fondness for pink and all things girlish?]
After breakfast, Chu Ke Qing briefly met with Boss He, gave a few instructions, and then set out with Chen Yan toward the mountains.
At her request, Boss He did not send any attendants, only providing them with a vehicle.
She drove while Chen Yan sat in the passenger seat. Following yesterday’s route, they reached the foot of the mountain and continued their journey on foot.
Their first stop was the He Family Ancestral Tomb. Chu Ke Qing paused for a break, took a few sips of water, and then turned to Chen Yan. “Senior, where should we begin our search?”
He shook his head. “We don’t even know our exact target. It doesn’t really matter where we start. Honestly, today is just a gamble—we’ll wander the mountain, use the Qi Observation Technique, and see if we stumble upon anything of significance.
“If we find something, great. If not, no need for disappointment.
“At the very least, some fresh mountain air is better than staying in that mansion, wouldn’t you agree?”
Pausing, Chen Yan glanced at her deliberately. “You don’t find that house suffocating, drenched in stagnant energy?”
Chu Ke Qing considered his words, then shook her head. “I didn’t notice anything unusual.”
She simply assumed that this senior was bored and wished to take a stroll.
For the entire morning, the two of them wandered aimlessly through the mountain. Surprisingly, there were no dramatic moments—no sprained ankles, no dangerous encounters forcing Chen Yan to heroically carry her to safety, and certainly no sparks of romance igniting in the depths of the wilderness.
However, Chu Ke Qing did notice something peculiar—Chen Yan always positioned himself slightly behind her.
As a woman who had been admired since childhood, she was far from naïve. Unlike Lu Si Si, who was pure and oblivious, Chu Ke Qing was well-versed in the ways of men.
A woman aware of her own beauty is never truly ignorant of the attention she garners.
(Senior or not, this man is rather improper… Definitely a scoundrel!)
Her face flushed slightly at the thought, but she said nothing. Instead, her mind wandered back to the medicinal prescription she had seen before—was it possible that this senior had an excess of internal heat?
Trailing behind her, Chen Yan was thoroughly enjoying himself.
[Hmm… Every time I look up, there’s a perfect, round peach swaying right in front of me.]
[A delightful sight indeed.]
By midday, they reached the western peak of the mountain, a fair distance from the He Family Ancestral Tomb.
At the mountaintop, Chen Yan chose the highest vantage point, channeling his Vital Energy Circulation and casting his gaze across the landscape.
This peak, situated at the westernmost end, corresponded to the Azure Dragon Position in geomantic terms—a location of great significance.
Standing at this height, he could survey nearly the entire valley.
With his Qi Observation Technique, he noted that the surrounding energy here was far richer than in the city. A swirling tide of gray energy pulsed across the landscape.
One particular area caught his eye. A portion of the mountain to the west had an unusual flow of energy—thin, sluggish, even tainted with decay. The vegetation there was noticeably sparser.
Tracing the flow of qi, he found that all the lingering energy was being drawn toward the He Family Ancestral Tomb.
Now, that was odd…
On the slopes of the mountain, the ancestral tomb of the He Family seemed to breathe like a hidden dragon drawing water, silently siphoning the vitality from the valley below, thread by thread, absorbing it for its own.
As Chen Yan observed this phenomenon, Chu Ke Qing arrived beside him. There was weariness in her eyes. From her backpack, she retrieved some pastries and bread, then handed a piece of toast to Chen Yan, along with a bottle of mineral water.
“Senior, it’s noon already. Have something to eat.”
Chen Yan took it without much thought, casting a glance at the woman beside him—her face was flushed from climbing all morning, beads of sweat forming on her forehead, and her breath came a little heavier than usual. The Cloud Sect’s techniques were lacking, offering little in the way of nourishing the body with vitality, but after years of practice, she should have been somewhat stronger than an average person. Still, a morning of rugged mountain trekking had worn her down, unaccustomed as she was to hardship.
“Look over there,” Chen Yan said simply, pointing toward the valley and stepping aside to let her see more clearly.
Chu Ke Qing moved forward, focusing intently in the direction he indicated. After a dozen breaths, her expression turned serious, and she furrowed her brows. “Senior, the flow of vitality there is strange.”
“Mm.” Chen Yan found a boulder to sit on, twisted the cap off the water bottle, took a sip, and then casually bit into his bread. Between bites, he murmured, “The vitality there is being drained away by the He Family’s ancestral tomb.”
Despite her exhaustion, Chu Ke Qing still possessed some true knowledge. She narrowed her eyes, examining the area for a while before speaking in a low voice, “It’s more than just vitality. There’s fortune mixed within it, being pulled away as well.”
Chen Yan lifted his gaze to her, a faint smile on his lips. “Tell me more.”
Assuming this was a test, Chu Ke Qing took a moment to think before answering earnestly, “That area is a natural basin in the mountains. The surrounding vitality should flow into it and gather there, making it an especially rich place.”
“But… due to the presence of the He Family’s ancestral tomb, which, as a Yin Dwelling, draws fortune and fate, and because of the land’s ‘Flood Dragon Chasing the Sun’ geomantic structure, the tomb exerts a pull on both vitality and fortune.”
“Water flows downward, but fortune and vitality ascend. The He Family’s ancestral tomb sits just above the basin, positioned perfectly to siphon away the gathered energy. In the end, all benefits go to the tomb itself!”
Chen Yan swallowed his bread, nodding. “Well said. Let’s take a look.”
The two pressed forward, traversing the rugged terrain. Chu Ke Qing took out a trekking pole for support, while Chen Yan moved effortlessly, his pace unwavering. With his vitality honed through cultivation, his stamina far surpassed ordinary people’s. Even after trekking all day, he showed no sign of fatigue.
As they journeyed deeper, Chen Yan moved ahead, eventually grabbing Chu Ke Qing’s trekking pole and pulling her along to hasten their progress.
After nearly an hour, they reached the basin.
A strange scene unfolded before them.
The place was barren—withered grass blanketed the ground, trees stood gnarled and crooked, their branches sparse and lifeless. There were no paths, as if no one had ventured here for a long time.
Stepping further in, the two stopped, their eyes gleaming.
Scattered throughout the basin lay broken ruins—low stone walls, arranged in rounded enclosures, their structures fragmented and collapsed. Amidst them, a weathered stone stele stood, worn down by countless years of wind and rain. Only half remained standing, the other half had long since fallen, buried in a tangle of dead grass.
A stagnant, musty scent filled the air—a mix of decayed branches and damp earth, unsettling and oppressive.
Chen Yan said nothing. He merely strode forward, stopping beside the half-buried stone stele and examining it closely.
The stele stood about as tall as a man, though only its lower portion remained intact, rising just to Chen Yan’s waist. Its base was almost entirely swallowed by the overgrowth. Nearby, several low, broken stone sculptures—guardians of some sort—stood in ruined silence.
Chu Ke Qing narrowed her eyes, observing for a moment before speaking softly, “Senior… this is an ancient burial ground. These carved stone beasts were meant to guard Yin Dwellings.”
Chen Yan gave a slight nod but remained silent, lost in contemplation as he continued studying the stele.
Chu Ke Qing lowered her voice. “This isn’t just one tomb. The grandest one, at the very center, is encircled by many smaller graves, arranged in an orderly fashion. It looks like a landslide must have occurred here long ago, burying most of the site.”
Chen Yan mused aloud, “A family burial ground, then? Likely the resting place of a powerful household from ancient times?”
Chu Ke Qing nodded. “Most likely. The number of tombs suggests this was once an ancestral ground of a great family. But now, abandoned and in ruins, it’s likely that the family either migrated away long ago or simply vanished into history.”
Chen Yan frowned slightly and turned his gaze toward the He Family’s ancestral tomb, high above on the mountain.
Fortune… had it all been stolen by the He Family?
There was an old saying—when a family suddenly prospers, people say, ‘The ancestral tomb must be emitting blue smoke.’
In Chen Yan’s studies, he had read that while fortune was intangible, the thickest concentration of a family’s luck often rested in its ancestral tombs.
Ancestral graves were the root of a family’s fate.
This was why noble families placed immense importance on selecting and tending to their burial sites—choosing auspicious land, maintaining traditions, and offering reverent sacrifices.
A family’s fortune, at its peak, was gathered in its ancestral tomb. And from there, it would ripple out, blessing the descendants, elevating their fate, and ensuring that those with talent would rise effortlessly to prominence.
This is what the common folk call “the blessings of the ancestors.” In truth, it is but the fortune amassed by the forebears, now converging upon a single descendant. Likewise, when a descendant rises in prominence, their own success sends fortune flowing back into the ancestral tomb, thickening the family’s reservoir of destiny.
To put it simply—an ancestral tomb is like a private bank, one that exists solely for the lineage it guards. This bank lends out fortune to the most promising descendants, and when these descendants prosper, they, in turn, replenish the reserves with even greater fortune. This is how a clan’s legacy is forged, through accumulation over the ages.
It is this hidden foundation of fortune that allows ancient lineages to endure without fading. Even if a family declines, even if it scatters and dwindles, as long as the ancestral tomb remains undisturbed, the accumulated fortune does not immediately dissipate. Instead, it lingers, awaiting a worthy heir who might rekindle the glory of the house and summon back the lost grandeur.
However, this preservation is not eternal.
If the years stretch too far, if the family collapses beyond repair, if the bloodline withers, or if future generations are too feeble to reclaim their birthright, then even the deepest reserves of fortune will gradually scatter, dissolving into the vast currents of the Heavenly Dao, rejoining the cycle of fate.
Before them lay an ancient burial ground, its origins shrouded in the mists of time. No one could say which family it once belonged to. But one thing was clear—once the fortune bound to this land was fully depleted, the first to reap the benefits would be none other than the He Family Ancestral Tomb upon the mountain.
The flow of fortune moved like an unseen river, and all its currents surged toward the He Clan’s resting place. Without that tomb, the fortune would simply vanish into the heavens, lost to the vast expanse of the world. Yet because the He Family’s tomb stood firm upon its mountain perch, its yin residence aligned with the land’s geomantic veins, every wisp of departing fortune would be drawn into its embrace, sealed within its depths.
“Senior…” Chu Ke Qing hesitated, her keen eyes narrowing as she whispered, “Could it be that the He Family’s ancestors deliberately chose that mountain to siphon the fortune of this ancient tomb? That they stole its destiny, dooming an entire lineage?”
She had walked the path of mystic arts for years, consulting the fates of households, selecting burial grounds, and deciphering the will of the unseen. She had come across methods as insidious as this before.
Chen Yan exhaled slowly, finally shifting his gaze away from the broken stone stele before him.
“Take a look at the inscription,” he said.
Chu Ke Qing crouched beside the fractured stone, running her fingers lightly over the worn surface. Her expression shifted.
Though the tombstone was sundered and most of its script weathered to oblivion, one crucial detail remained intact—
The surname.
Her breath caught. “This tomb… belongs to the Sun Family!”
In an instant, she made the connection—to Madam He, Sun Chen.
Frowning, she traced the remaining characters beneath the name. “There’s a reign year here…”
Chen Yan nodded. The date was still legible.
The Second Year of Qingli.
To many, such an era might mean little. But for Chen Yan, it stirred a faint recollection.
After all, who hadn’t been taught the words—
‘In the fourth year of Qingli, Teng Zijing was exiled to Baling Prefecture…’
Back in his school days, he had committed to memory the famous essay, Records of Yueyang Tower. And with that, he knew—
Qingli belonged to the reign of Emperor Renzong of the Northern Song Dynasty.
Nearly a thousand years had passed since then.
He even recalled a teacher once explaining that the fourth year of Qingli corresponded to 1044 A.D.
Chu Ke Qing calculated briefly before murmuring, “Northern Song, second year of Qingli… nearly a millennium ago.”
Chen Yan glanced at her with a smirk. “You know the Northern Song eras well. Did you memorize Records of Yueyang Tower too?”
A slight flush touched Chu Ke Qing’s cheeks. She shook her head with a strange expression. “Senior, I… never actually studied it.”
Chen Yan blinked. “You—”
“I never went to school,” she said softly.
His brows knitted together. “You mean, you never got into university?”
But that wasn’t right. Records of Yueyang Tower wasn’t a university text; it was from secondary school.
Chu Ke Qing drew a deep breath, her gaze distant. “I never attended school at all. From childhood, I studied under my master in the sect, learning by his side. His teachings were like those of the old private academies—oral instruction, rigorous tradition. My education revolved around the Four Books and Five Classics, the I Ching, and the mysteries of fate and geomancy. Literature was considered a lesser art, unworthy of focus.”
Chen Yan’s curiosity deepened. “Then how did you recognize ‘Qingli’?”
To his surprise, a rare girlish shyness crept into her demeanor. “I… watched Joy of Life.”
Well then.
Chen Yan truly hadn’t expected that.
Seeing her slight embarrassment, he waved a hand. “Forget it. Go on.”
“Yes,” she exhaled, steadying herself. “The He Clan only migrated to this region a little over three centuries ago. That leaves a gap of seven hundred years between them and this tomb.”
“In that case,” she continued, her voice thoughtful, “the He Family likely didn’t deliberately choose that mountain to plunder the Sun Family’s fortune. By the time they arrived, the Sun Clan may have long since perished, their fate already scattered to the winds.”
Pausing, she eyed the ancient burial ground again before adding, “Judging from its scale and construction, the Sun Family must have been an aristocratic house. Their ancestors likely held imperial office—only officials could afford such a burial site.”
Yet she sighed, gazing upon the ruined expanse before them. “A pity. Most of it has been buried beneath collapsed earth. What remains is shattered, barely preserved. We won’t be able to study it in depth.”
Chen Yan showed no sign of regret. Instead, he shook his head and said, “Whether the He family’s ancestors deliberately set their ancestral tomb on this mountain to siphon away the Sun family’s fate—that is not something we can easily determine. Even if such a scheme existed, it would have been enacted three centuries ago. Those who did it have long since turned to dust; we cannot drag their bones from the grave to exact judgment. And besides, we are not here to investigate ancient tombs.”
Chu Ke Qing turned her gaze to him. “Senior, then what do you mean?”
“What I mean is, condemning the ancestors of the He family is not our goal this time. Let’s focus on what’s in front of us.” Chen Yan waved his hand dismissively. “First, let’s look into this ‘Sun’ character. See if it has any connection to Madam He, Sun Chen.”
As he spoke, Chen Yan pulled out his phone and took several pictures of the ancient burial ground. He was particularly meticulous, capturing multiple angles of the broken stone tablet.
By the time the two descended the mountain, the sun had already begun its descent. It was nearly three in the afternoon.
That day, they had scoured the mountain depths, but they found no trace of spirits or strange creatures. Instead, they stumbled upon a thousand-year-old tomb.
The moment they settled into the car, Chu Ke Qing’s phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID—it was her assistant. Without hesitation, she answered.
The voice on the other end carried a barely contained excitement. “Elder Zi, I have uncovered the details about the Sun family.”
Hearing the urgency in her assistant’s tone, Chu Ke Qing inhaled deeply before responding, “Speak.”
“Madam Sun Chen’s father had a younger brother—her uncle, Sun Zhi Hui. He is fifty-four years old. He had a son, Sun Xiao Fei, who was Madam He’s cousin. I made some inquiries, and the story aligns closely with what Senior Chen Yan uncovered.
Sun Xiao Fei died four years ago. Before that, he was involved with drugs and had a record of forced rehabilitation. His death came when he jumped off a building in a fit of despair—he had fallen deep into debt with loan sharks and, unable to repay, ended his life at the age of twenty-five.”
Chu Ke Qing frowned. “You were out investigating all night until this afternoon, and this is all you’ve found?”
What her assistant reported was almost identical to what Chen Yan had learned over a game of mahjong the previous night. The only addition was the exact names and ages—better than nothing, but hardly groundbreaking.
Her assistant quickly added, “Of course, there’s more. I found out that Sun Zhi Hui’s family originally lived in a neighboring county. He worked as a mechanical repairman in a state-run copper mining company there. A year ago, his wife passed away from cancer. Following her death, Sun Zhi Hui resigned from his job and was recruited by a private mining company that offered him higher pay.
Then, six months ago, he resigned again. This time, he vanished without a trace.
I even traveled to the neighboring county to visit his former residence, but his house had already been sold. The new owner said he purchased it from Sun Zhi Hui six months ago.”
Chen Yan, having listened to the conversation on speakerphone, nodded. “Anything else?”
“Not at the moment,” the assistant replied quickly. “If you need me to dig deeper, just give the order, and I’ll continue my investigation.”
Chen Yan considered it briefly before instructing, “Go to the county’s library or archives. Look through the county chronicles. See if, in ancient times, there was a prominent Sun family in this region. Focus on records from the Northern Song Dynasty and afterward.
Then, try to find out if Madam He’s Sun family is connected to this old Sun lineage. See if they are descendants of this ancient clan.”
Most common folk were unaware that in the Dragon Nation, county officials maintained detailed chronicles—records of major events, prominent figures, and significant occurrences. This tradition had persisted through dynasties, and such documents were typically stored in libraries or government archives. Even through changes in reign, these records were preserved and continued.
The assistant agreed at once. After Chu Ke Qing gave a few more instructions, she ended the call.
Setting down her phone, she turned to Chen Yan, who had leaned back in his seat, deep in thought. “Senior…”
Chen Yan let the silence stretch before finally murmuring, “We can begin forming a general hypothesis.”
Chu Ke Qing sighed, nodding in agreement.
At this point, they both had reached the same understanding—
Sun Zhi Hui had lost his son four years ago. Then, last year, his wife also passed away, leaving him alone in the world. When his son was arrested for drug use, the He family severed ties with them, cutting off any support they had once received.
After his son’s death, Sun Zhi Hui had even stormed into the He family’s home, causing a commotion. That alone suggested that he was a man who could not let go of grudges.
And now, he had lost both son and wife. Given his temperament, he had more than enough reason to resent Old Madam He—after all, it was she who had decreed that their family be abandoned.
With his entire world shattered, it was entirely possible that all his hate and anger had turned toward Old Madam He.
A perfect motive for revenge.
A man who had lost everything, a man with nothing left to lose—he had become a force beyond fear, unrestrained by consequence.
Half a year ago, he sold his only home. He had likely begun plotting his revenge then, using the sale to gather the necessary funds.
The three men of He Village—Ding You Quan, Wang Da Sheng, and He De Nian—had likely been swayed by Sun Zhi Hui’s silver, becoming his hidden hands in a web of deceit. And with their pockets lined and their hearts corrupted, they had already devised a sinister plan against the He family.
Thus, when Old Madam He passed away, none of the three dared to step forward and offer their condolences. Guilt shadowed their hearts, for they had already plotted against the He family’s ancestral tomb. They feared their own treacherous intent would betray them should they stand before the mourning hall. After all, it takes a truly brazen man to mourn the very spirit he intends to desecrate.
“Sun Zhi Hui works at the mines. It wouldn’t be difficult for him to acquire explosives.” Chen Yan sighed, his tone laced with an unspoken weight.
Chu Ke Qing’s eyes sharpened as realization dawned. “Then the collapse of the grave wasn’t due to the torrential rain eroding the mountain slopes, but rather—explosives!”
“The night they struck was one of relentless rain, with thunder rumbling across the heavens. The mountain stands at a distance from the village—far enough that with the storm’s clamor as cover, even a detonation could be mistaken for a mere roll of thunder.” Chen Yan’s voice was swift, his reasoning like a blade cutting through fog. “And after the deed was done, the traces would be easily erased.
The rain fell all night long, washing away any sulfur or nitrate residue that might have been left behind by the blast. Even the landslide that followed served as nature’s own shroud, concealing what remained.”
Before Chen Yan could continue, Chu Ke Qing’s expression shifted, her thoughts racing alongside his words.
“Secondly, a graveyard is a place where firecrackers are often burned during burials and memorials. Even if traces of sulfur or nitrate were to be found, it wouldn’t raise suspicion. Chen Yan, senior, this is what you meant, isn’t it?”
Chen Yan nodded. “Precisely.”
Chu Ke Qing took a deep breath before summarizing, “So, our current theory is that Sun Zhi Hui, uncle to Madam He, sought vengeance upon the He family. He bought the loyalty of three village rogues and, under the guise of heavy rain, used explosives to trigger a landslide, desecrating Old Madam He’s tomb in an act of spite?”
Chen Yan merely smiled, saying nothing.
The world would never lack those blinded by selfishness and twisted by their own skewed reasoning—men who, rather than reflecting upon their own failures, cast blame upon others.
Sun Zhi Hui had lost his son but never questioned the role his own neglect and poor discipline had played in the boy’s downfall. He failed to guide his son onto a righteous path, and yet, when tragedy struck, he placed the blame squarely upon the He family for not extending a saving hand.
And so, in his twisted resentment, he had stirred up trouble, seeking vengeance with no regard for reason or justice.
“The He family mansion is well-guarded, its walls high and its defenses strong. Old Madam He rarely left her chambers, and the household employs capable security. Sun Zhi Hui could not have struck directly against any living member of the family. What’s more, after his prior conflict with them, he had already been marked as an unwelcome menace. If he so much as set foot near the village, eyes would have been upon him.”
Chen Yan exhaled, shaking his head. “So in the end, he resorted to the most despicable of acts—attacking the dead, shattering the peace of the departed. A laughable, petty revenge.”
Chu Ke Qing lowered her gaze, deep in contemplation. When she raised her head once more, her expression was grim.
“Senior… if that’s the case, then the three men from He Village—Ding You Quan, Wang Da Sheng, and He De Nian—were all Sun Zhi Hui’s accomplices. And yet… after they desecrated Old Madam He’s tomb, they each perished in quick succession.” She hesitated for a moment before meeting Chen Yan’s eyes. “This… this seems like retribution.”
Her voice carried a heavy weight, the kind only an ominous realization could bring. “Do you think… could it be that Boss He uncovered the truth and exacted vengeance upon them?”
Chen Yan regarded her with an inscrutable gaze. “And what do you think?”
Chu Ke Qing hesitated. “I don’t believe it’s him. If he already knew the identities of those who destroyed the tomb, there would be no reason to hire me for an investigation. And…”
She paused, her brows furrowing slightly. “Yesterday, when we descended the mountain, we came across Ding You Quan’s funeral. I was standing right beside Boss He at that moment. If he had orchestrated Ding You Quan’s death, then his performance was truly masterful—flawless.”
Still, Chen Yan remained silent.
Frowning, Chu Ke Qing pressed on, “Could it be… that Sun Zhi Hui is eliminating loose ends?”
Chen Yan sighed, his voice carrying an eerie certainty. “Sun Zhi Hui… If my guess is correct—he’s already dead.”
His gaze lifted to the rearview mirror, where the mountain loomed in the reflection, its silent silhouette heavy with secrets yet to be unearthed.
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