Outside Beijing's southern suburbs, at an unnamed cemetery, Lin knelt before a nameless tombstone. With an emotionless expression, he set the yellow paper in his hand alight and placed it in the brazier.,"Wealth and honor are determined by fate, life and death are in heaven's hands." The old man said weakly.,In an instant, the elderly man who had been unconscious twitched suddenly, then let out a gasp and opened his mouth wide, taking in a sharp breath.。