C2331 Everyone Has Their Own Rights

No matter how high and powerful a man was, he died in a lonely grave. A gust of wind blew across the table. The white paper on Zhong Liwei's grave fluttered and flew away.

Hualala!

The white paper flew all over the sky and landed on the ground, landing in the woods.

White underworld coins could be seen everywhere in the woods. The people who came to the funeral had left one after another