The excavated earth was flung out by the shovel, landing in a nearby puddle and sending up a spray of water.,“Xiao Luo, you’re almost twenty, right” Uncle San watched Chen Luo work diligently, his eyes filled with pride.,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.。