Caiqiu Calendar, Year 299, October 27, Midnight
To the north of Qingwu Village, still in the basement of that private house.
"Clink clank clink clank..."
More than thirty masked men in black entered one after another from outside the door. Each of them carried two large black bundles. Despite walking on tiptoes, the bundles still emitted a crisp sound of iron clashing.
"Be careful, don't alert anyone."
"What are you afraid of? At the end of the rice harvest season, with Zhang Long pressing closer and closer, almost everyone who can move in the village is sleeping at this hour, no one's awake."
"Makes sense. During the first two hours of the night and the daytime, everyone is busy harvesting rice. It's indeed impossible for anyone to be awake. Let's go in first!"
"Put everything down."
......
The leading middle-aged man came in, first putting his bundles on the ground, signaling others to put down theirs as he removed the mask from his face.
