The government officer didn't say anything more and continued to shovel dirt over the body.
Tang Qinghua was already weak, and now she felt as if there was no air left in her chest, with a nose full of dirt.
She thought Tang Peilin didn't know she was still alive, so she tried hard to make a sound, but her voice remained faint.
She used all her strength to move, but at this moment, only her upper body could move, and even that was with little range.
Then she noticed the officers stopped, seemingly realizing the person wasn't dead. Tang Qinghua was overjoyed and struggled harder.
But soon she felt something heavy press down on her, and a few severe stomps.
Tang Qinghua's hand bone was completely crushed, and she couldn't move anymore to get the outside people's attention.
"Lord, must be the soil here is soft, it's already fine."
It was Tang Peilin's voice.
