"Huff, huff, huff... cough, cough, cough..."
Every time he dug a shovel of dirt, Ulu gasped for air and then coughed twice. It made him extremely uncomfortable, feeling as if his lungs were about to burst, but he did not stop, digging one shovel after another.
While watching from the side, the little boy occasionally tried to help but was pushed away by Ulu time and again, who then glared at him fiercely and cursed, "Get lost, don't bother me, I'm a professional at burying corpses."
After all, Lu Ji had been buried just the day before yesterday.
The little boy could only watch from the side, holding his sister while their mother lay next to them, as if she were asleep.
