Zhao Yi pulled her away, sighed, found a cloth to wipe her hands, and then took out some medicinal powder and applied it.
Ping was still staring at the grave, looking anxious.
But Zhao Yi deliberately glared at her angrily, and Ping became obedient.
After all, she was just an "eight-year-old girl" in mind, and she was afraid of being glared at by this notorious demon who had annihilated his own family.
After that, Zhao Yi personally dug open the grave and carried Jin Xingshan out.
Jin Xingshan had a smile on his face; he was very happy.
Lying in the grave, being able to hear the voices of his children and their farewells was truly a blessing in life.
He was satisfied, truly satisfied.
Zhao Yi noticed that Jin Xingshan, whose vitality was already dwindling, was losing it faster than ever, and he probably had only a few days left to live.
Seeing Jin Xingshan come out, Ping laughed, moved next to Jin Xingshan, and helped him dust off the dirt on his clothes.
