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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.,In the original owner's memory, there seemed to be no concept of bathing at all. His hair was all stuck together, a mess of tangled strands. Had he not washed it for years At the thought of being covered in lice, Lin Xi shuddered and wished she could just rip her entire head off.,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!。