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"Huff... Huff... Huff..."
Sweat dripped incessantly from his body, flying off him like rain. On the man before him, the phrase was no longer an exaggeration.
The man was quite corpulent, appearing to be just over forty years old, with a receding hairline. He was already part of the regional support for the Party, central indeed. He wore a white shirt on top and large boxer shorts below, continuously digging with a hoe in his hand.
Shortly, the hoe struck something underground. The man took a deep breath, tossed the hoe aside, and knelt down to dig with his hands.
Quickly, he unearthed two urns, both black. The one on the left was a bit darker, while the right one looked more elegant. Both urns had been specially treated, so even after being buried deep for so many years, there was no sign of decay.
Xu Fugui sat on the ground, tossing the darker urn aside and cradling the more elegant one in his arms.
"Wife, have you missed me?"
