Nurture in the World of Uncle Jiu

When I wake up... "What's going on? Why can't I move!" Ren Fei felt his body was extremely stiff and couldn't help but wonder. "It is recommended to be cremated on the spot..." "Uncle Jiu, my father was most afraid of fire when he was alive. Is there any other way besides cremation?" Said a man over fifty who was richly dressed and wearing silver jewelry. The person next to the man frowned slightly and said, "The only way is to leave it to our Yizhuang first, and then find another good tomb for Mr. Ren tomorrow morning..." When a wooden board covered it, Ren Fei realized that this was not the world he knew, Uncle Jiu? Such a familiar title... Let me go, could this be...