C1114 By Any Means Possible(1)

It was pitch black around the cemetery. Lu Zifeng held a tactical flashlight. Hee Jianglong and Zhang Yaohui found some withered branches and leaves, poured half a bottle of white wine on them, and lit a bonfire.

The three of them put food and wine on the newspaper together. They looked at the two tombstones in front of them. One of them belonged to Ji Yongzhong