"Brother Cen, don't blame them for not letting you into the village earlier. They were just afraid of encountering bad people, but I know you're a good person."
Da Shan smiled honestly, but there was an unavoidable hint of sadness in his eyes.
Yang Cheng knew he was grieving for the deceased Hu Zi. If they had arrived earlier, perhaps Hu Zi wouldn't have died.
Such a young man, his flesh cut piece by piece, one can't imagine how painful it must have been at the time.
"Da Shan, the dead can't come back to life. Instead of being sad, you should work harder in the future to help take care of Hu Zi's family."
Yang Cheng patted him on the shoulder, comforting him softly.
"Hu Zi's family doesn't have parents or elders, only an eighteen-year-old sister. Going out to buy supplies is actually a very dangerous job. If the family wasn't really short of money, he wouldn't have taken such a risk."
