"Yes, sir, we are going back to Rongxi Village." Old Mrs. Ye said, "Is the road ahead passable?"
"Come with me," the constable said kindly, "but I have to tell you this: when you get there, don't talk nonsense, don't look around, and don't touch anything!
"I'm not afraid to tell you, it's terrible over there right now. Someone accidentally saw it before you and is still vomiting there, almost vomiting bile."
"Don't worry, we will follow you honestly and won't ask anything, look or touch anything." Old Mrs. Ye assured repeatedly.
Ye Lao Si was even more capable and stepped forward and said, "Sir, let me help you pull the cart first."
Several people followed the constable towards a crowded area, and the smell of blood became stronger as they walked.
Even though Boss Ye often hunts and processes prey, he still felt uncomfortable when he smelled such a strong smell of blood.
Ye Laosi was not in any better condition, and he could no longer control himself and began to retch quietly.
Mrs. Ye covered her mouth and nose with one end of the scarf, and wrapped Qingtian's little head tightly with the other end.
Then he turned her face towards him and held her tightly in his arms, afraid that she would see something scary that she shouldn't see.
Old Madam Ye's face was not looking good either, but she still suppressed the churning in her stomach and asked, "Sir, you see, we have to go into the city early tomorrow morning to rebury my old man. The auspicious time and date were all calculated by the clan leader, so we can't delay.
"But now the road here... well, I just want to ask, will this road still be passable tomorrow morning?"
"That's hard to say." The constable looked troubled. "It depends on how long these people are going to finish this."
"What's going on? If we delay things tomorrow, everything will be ruined!" Old Mrs. Ye was extremely anxious when she heard the faint voice coming from the front.
The constable took the initiative and said, "How about this, remember my last name is Cheng, come over tomorrow morning, and if you can pass, then hurry over.
"If it doesn't work, just come to me and I'll take you again."
"Thank you so much..." Before Mrs. Ye could finish her words of thanks, she was interrupted by the sound of vomiting on the side of the road.
"Ugh—" Widow Liu was bending over, holding onto the tree trunk, and retching continuously.
She was caught off guard and saw the dead bodies lying all over the ground. The shock was too great.
What made Widow Liu even more uncomfortable was that when she raised her head with snot and tears all over her face, she found that Old Lady Ye was looking at her miserable appearance with a look of shock.
Didn’t the Ye family go home a long time ago? Why did we run into them again?
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