Chu Hao and Yu Sicheng had their eyes opened; Cao Shanhe's son and daughter were even older than his Fourth Aunt. He was quite the player.
"How did my mom die? She was fine just yesterday."
Anger filled Cao Hongzhen. He had gone to find an expert, but just one day after he left, his mother died without him being able to see her one last time.
Cao Shanhe sighed. "It's better that you don't know."
The Eldest Aunt's death had been gruesome; if her son were to learn the details, he would surely break down.
"Let's go. Time to depart."
Cao Yunxue wasn't particularly heartbroken; after all, she was the daughter of the Second Aunt.
The group they brought with them wore Daoist robes and carried many tools, all with the same goal: to resolve the issue with the ancestral grave.
Cao Shanhe, however, didn't mind the crowd. He didn't care who resolved the trouble, as long as it was taken care of.
