"A man died in the village."
"What's the big deal with that? Is there anything strange?" People die everyday, so there's nothing surprising.
Ming Shu peeled the sweet potato and bit into its golden shape. "He died on August 4th."
Xie Hui pondered for a while, then suddenly understood. It was the day before August 4th that he received a call asking him to come here.
"So someone went to touch something?"
"And my body, which should look exactly like a living person." Ming Shu sighed with emotion. "So to count, you should call me the ancestor. Come, let me listen."
"… How's your body there?" Xie Hui was confused.
Ming Shu revealed a serious look. "Probably it was sacrificed."
Xie Hui choked. "Which means that you were born 2,000 years ago, you're from Western Chu State?"
Ming Shu looked melancholy. "It's said so, but I don't remember. Later I'll go back and check my files."
Xie Hui: "…"
