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Meng Fuyao fumbled around, trying to find the mechanism. Finally, she found the mechanism and escaped the secret room. As expected, what laid outside was an unmarked graveyard. The tombstones were in shambles as they leaned side to side, with some of the corners chipped. One could spot the white bones that were dug out by the wild wolves and the withered tree where the sorrowful moon seemed to be hanging on. An old crow sat on the branch as it cawed. The surrounding had a strong blood stench. Meng Fuyao looked around and realized that the corpses of the two had already disappeared.