The rain was ridiculously heavy.
Pei Wuhan couldn't remember how long he had been digging in this wilderness. Every time the shovel hit the mud, a piece of muddy water would splash up and smear on his face. He didn't bother to wipe it and continued digging with the shovel.
There was an old man lying on the ground in front of him.
The old man was wearing gray linen clothes, with gray hair scattered all over his face. There were no obvious injuries on his body, but Pei Wuhan knew that this man was dead.
The voice in my head rang again.
