The sky was gray and overcast, with low-hanging clouds, almost pressing down on everyone's head.
It made it hard to breathe!
In the early morning, the small village before him should give out a sense of tranquility and comfort.
But now...
The cold morning breeze brought a chill to Li Yidao's heart.
His eyes were filled with silence, even a hint of coldness!
Gazing at the slowly rising morning sun on the mountaintop, he felt a sudden realization.
Could it reach that dark place?
Just a moment ago, when he arrived at Cao Yajing's home, there was no mourning hall left!
The four randomly erected pillars, along with the plastic covering, had already been pushed aside!
After inquiring, he found out that Cao Yajing's elder brother believed that keeping the corpse at home was inauspicious.
Early in the morning, he called a few friends and dragged his sister's body up the mountain on a cart, planning to bury her today!
