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Two men in raincoats were digging a hole by the edge of a low shrubbery.,Outside, it was a chaotic scene with turmoil and unfamiliar dynasties. At night, some wandering swordsmen would come and go, always at risk of losing their heads. To survive and have a full meal, he sought refuge with his uncle in the city, living a life envied by villagers. He started digging graves to bury corpses from that time on, continuing for three years.,Since he started working, he had heard many rumors, such as people accidentally touching corpses of underworld figures who were poisoned to death, or dying from coughing up blood.。