After the rain stopped, a few strong men from the village were organized to dig up the body. The person had already passed away, and Lin Daya's father still held the rope of the ox tightly in his hand.,As Lin Dayaa got older, she became increasingly greedy and lazy.,Another bolt of lightning split the sky. By its light, I seemed to see something on my wrist. I touched it. It was the souvenir I bought when I went to Mount Wutai!。