"So... are you sure everything's fine?"
"Of course it's fine. If this woman hadn't died, I wouldn't have even bothered telling you all this. Anyway, I've said my piece. Whether you want to go or not is your business." The young man then said to the others, "Here. I can't be bothered to look at her again. You guys go in, carry her out, and find a place to bury her. What damned luck!"
"Don't worry, Senior Brother, leave it to me!" The ugly, twenty-five or twenty-six-year-old man patted his chest and scurried into the house.
The thirty-something youth was slightly taken aback, then grumbled, "Damn it, that guy... It's not like it's a good job, yet he's fighting to do it."
The remaining two exchanged a look. One of them muttered in annoyance, "Isn't he just trying to kiss your ass, Senior Brother? Trying to look good in front of you!"
Just then, the ugly man had already carried the corpse out of the house and was about to find a place to bury it.
