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The band of riders arrived at the burial grounds in no time. But something about the graveyard perturbed me.

I looked and only then I realized that Bian Dashou's grave was hardly the only one there. A cluster of tombstones now littered the burial grounds of the Bian Family and the riders were dressed not in the fashion of the Qing Dynasty!

Then it dawned upon me: I have been hurled through time again. This was 1934; the night when Bian Dashou's grave was plundered!

The brigands acted swiftly. They quickly apprehended the three people living in a hut nearby and had them tied to a tree with their heads covered in black bags. Unlike the unruly bunch they usually were, these marauders worked with order and system. Some began coiling ropes as thick as a boy's arm atop the boughs of the trees and set them alight. The pungent scent of mugwort rose and filled the air around the craggy cemetery grounds while another fired three warning shots into the

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