The three grave robbers had no idea that in the short time they were out looking for food, they had picked up a tail.
"What did you all find?"
In a clearing beside a mountain stream, a man in his thirties with a scar on his face leaned against a large tree. Next to him, a paler-looking man was diligently massaging his shoulders. When he saw the three men return, the scar-faced man asked the question.
"Heh heh, Boss, we caught a few snow chickens. Look how big they are! We also found a bunch of wild fruit," one of the grave robbers said, trying to curry favor.
This scar-faced man was the leader of this band of grave robbers. He listened to the man, glanced at the snow chickens in his hands, and nodded in satisfaction. "All right, go get them cleaned up. When Hu Zi and the other one get back, we'll have ourselves a feast today."
