Chapter 647

Outside Huangshan Village.

Amidst the melodious sound of a flute.

Paper money fluttered and danced in the air.

Li Qiang stood up, his back to A-Ming, and sighed: "It was truly an unjust death."

"Who would have thought that after so long, her anger would still be hard to quell."

"Auntie Mei... Auntie Mei, forget it, let them go."

Li Qiang looked around, tears in his eyes, his tone pleading.

Suddenly.

A strong wind blew.

Bending the bodies of the wild grass and also blowing out the paper money Li Qiang had just burned for Chu Renmei.

"Auntie Mei, it's been almost a hundred years, let them go... Auntie Mei... Auntie Mei..." Li Qiang's tears streamed down his face.

At this time.

An extremely pleasant Cantonese opera singing voice rang out faintly, echoing in the desolate village.

But this Cantonese opera singing, combined with the atmosphere of a horror movie and the desolate village that was just haunted, had an indescribable eeriness.

The scene switched.

Entering Li Qiang's memory.

The screen specifically showed the time: 1936.

Seeing this time, the audience's gazes froze in unison, and they sighed faintly in their hearts.

That era...

Was exactly when China was in turmoil.

A speck of dust from the era, when it falls on an individual, is a mountain.

In that era, not many people had an easy life.