C106 Could It be That There Is a Tree Hole Here

The moon was dark and the stars were thin. A cold wind blew and the leaves rustled. Looking around, there were still some incense sticks burning, and the soul-drawing sails on the grave were fluttering in the wind.

Song Mo curled his lips and took out the box. He then lit up a candle in front of the grave to protect it as he began to search for the grave that had only the words "Zhang family