C526 Fish burying

When the wooden raft opened, what Jiang Xiaobai saw was not the shabby room of the aboriginals, nor the pathetic wealth that they had, but a pile of corpses.

There was a real pile of men and women, young and old, the oldest in his forties, the youngest only a few months old, huddled together, naked (they had no clothes to wear), all hacked to death by swords