Jiang huailu kept the old lady company.
She asked a few questions from time to time, and the old lady seemed to be looking at others through her.
Because the woman had died a violent death and had been dead for many years, everyone carried her to the back of the mountain and buried her.
"Ling 'er from the hall of salvation is here." miss! someone shouted. Everyone had just descended the mountain when they saw the girl standing at the foot of the mountain with her hands clasped. They all looked at each other in confusion.
Some of the young people walked away to avoid him.
He seemed to be very wary of her.
"Thank you." Grandma Zhu wiped her tears. Although she was sad, she had been mentally prepared for this for many years.
What made her sad was that her child had died in such a miserable way.
