Huzi nodded, "In every village, this matter is very secretive. Outsiders are not allowed to witness it, to prevent it from being spread. But it should all be similar. Sister Liao Ya should be waiting at the village chief's house now. When the time comes, she will bathe and then participate in a ceremony, accompanying them for the burial."
Nalan Xue was shocked, "Burial? Has it been so long and the village chief's deceased son still hasn't been buried?" In the heat of summer, she wondered how badly the corpse would smell and felt disgusted just thinking about it.
Qinghe's eyes darted around, and her complexion slightly shifted. With a low voice, she said, "Liao Ya isn't guarding the dead person now, is she?"
