There were indeed two graves, not large, but not so desolate and forlorn either. It could be seen that when they were buried, it wasn't done casually.
But why was the old grave next to it even cleaner and neater than the new one?
He furrowed his brow slightly, "Was Hu Zhiming also buried there by him?"
Ye Ning nodded, "I heard from my mother-in-law that when Lin Huan killed Hu Zhiming, his wife and children disappeared. By the time Ou Qichang arrived at his house, he found him dead there, and then he took care of his remains."
"Wife and children?"
"Yes, I heard one was just four years old at the time, and the other was just born..." At this point, Ye Ning's gaze inevitably dimmed.
In fact, when she heard this in the small mountain village back then, she truly felt no sympathy, only the schadenfreude satisfaction of seeing the killer of her father get what he deserved.
