RUMBLE...
A slight breeze stirred as the sky grew overcast. Thunder rumbled as if from distant mountains.
"The weather's turning. It's going to rain!"
Yang Wanli glanced at the sky and muttered, "Looks like we're in for a soaking today!"
The old man shook his head. He had to drag the corpses from in front of the General's Tomb down the slope for a simple burial.
"Sigh... I've seen this person before. Old Zhang's son from Pottery Village... The green hills are a graveyard for all. You can't blame anyone for this, son! And the rest of you... fare thee well, fare thee well, a safe journey onward!"
Yang Wanli sighed again and again with emotion.
Perhaps these people still had living relatives, but it was unlikely they would ever know their bones were buried here.
In a chaotic world of poverty, a person's life was as worthless as grass. That's just how it was.
Yang Wanli only hoped that by following his Lord and making a living, his family could all live well.
"I'll help!"
