"Commander Qiao, there's a group of people in Nanling who are excavating soil without permission, suspected of grave digging, such people..."
Ye Hao stopped halfway and didn't continue, waiting for Qiao Zongheng to ask.
Qiao Zongheng heard the first part of Ye Hao's words and immediately got interested, asking, "Oh? Grave digging? What kind of grave is it? A state-protected one or just some ordinary grave robbing?"
"Well, I'm not very clear about this either, but I drove by and heard some locals say it might be the tomb of Ming Taizu or Zhu Di, something like that. I'm not sure, but given that they used so many dump trucks to secretly transport the soil, the tomb must be quite large, right? Otherwise, why don't they just go in? Instead, they have to dig a tunnel to get in." Ye Hao's words were vague, as if he was quoting hearsay.
"Ming Taizu? Or Zhu Di?" Qiao Zongheng frowned and asked.
