"Get them out of here!"
The homeowner came out, an elderly lady with white hair and a young man, the lady's face looking fierce, while the young man by her side nodded submissively.
"Let us through, this is my Ni Ni! Let me see my daughter!"
"People are already dead, can't you let us have one last look?"
Fang Kaisheng and Ying Caixia cried their eyes out, and the onlookers couldn't help but feel a twinge of emotion.
Qin Zhao took out a stack of red banknotes and said to the homeowners, "Let them pay their respects, and we will contribute some money."
In an instant, all eyes turned to Qin Zhao.
People from the small mountain village had never seen so much money, and their eyes warmed with greed.
The old lady's eyes shone brightly, and only then did she relent, "You can pay your respects, but give us the money first. We're hosting a funeral banquet, not letting you eat and drink for free."
