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Just as she was about to rush into the house to get some answers, a man in his forties or fifties emerged.
The man was slick and slippery, with a face full of weeds-like beard.
After scanning Sangmo from head to toe, he quickly replaced the impatient look on his face with a sycophantic smile, "Miss, where do you come from? Are you here to see the corpse in my family's coffin?"
He came over with a smile, lifted the coffin lid to take another look, pointed at a cracked crevice, and said, "Look, you've smashed my coffin; you need to compensate me."
Sangmo handed over a piece of silver, and the man's face immediately lit up with joy, "Also, you just saw my daughter's corpse; you have to give silver for that too."
"You're quite lucky, if you had arrived a little later, you wouldn't have been able to see her. She's going to be taken away by her husband's family tonight," the man said, reaching out his hand to Sangmo.
