Outside the yard, the horses were shaking, and the coffin on the carriage was shaking as well.
In the setting sun, the coffin, which is mainly red, exudes a gloomy dark yellow color.
Just like all the coffins in the world, no matter how famous the person inside is or how high his achievements are, the person lying inside is just a dead person.
Luo Changying stared for a moment, his expression flickering, then finally turning calm.
He slowly sat back on the stone bench under the tree and said calmly, "Let's go to the side hall in the valley first and let someone who is familiar with your junior brother say his final goodbyes to him. Then we'll go to the back mountain to find a good Feng Shui spot to bury him tomorrow."
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