"Kill me. Kill me.
"Once you kill me, you can bear all of this.
"Do you think I want to live? I've wanted to die for a long time, but unfortunately, I cannot die. I can't.
"I can only bear all of this. Why must we face such an ending?
"Come on, kill us."
The scene changed once more. In the dimness, a flicker of light appeared. He could barely make out two figures talking in the darkness, and Wen Yan could only understand fragments of their conversation.
"Put some malt candy in their mouths, so at least they taste some sweetness."
"No. Last time, in the village next door, someone was killed. I heard they cut out his tongue so he couldn't report to King Yan in the afterlife."
"Why go to such lengths? We can't even survive. Why must it be like this...?"
"What do you know? Get out of the way."
The scene flickered again, revealing rows upon rows of small, unmarked graves, nameless, unrecorded in family genealogies, and excluded from ancestral burial grounds.
