Thinking about past memories, the fat man's tears started to fall.
"Donkey, I've let you down. I couldn't take good care of my mother, and even you, I couldn't look after properly..."
The rope hanging from the beam swayed slightly, drops of dirty blood fell to the ground like tears, splashing onto the floor.
Just when the fat man was feeling sad, a sudden creaking sound came from the door of the Incense Hall.
Gale mixed with storm rain blew in, Sun Erzhuang turned to look, only to see the broken hall door opened a foot-wide gap.
Sun Erzhuang sniffed, feeling a bit suspicious.
He clearly remembered locking the door bar, so why were both the bar and the stick holding the door missing?
Just as Sun Erzhuang was puzzling over this, a pale hand suddenly reached through the gap.
"Who is it?!"
Right as Sun Erzhuang asked, the person outside the gap walked in.
Gray robe, white hair, hunchbacked figure, it seemed to be an old lady.
