C327 Centipede

When Zhang Yu arrived in front of the old man's grave, it was four o'clock in the afternoon. When he left, the stars had already filled the night sky and a bright moon was silently shining.

"Don't be too sad. A dead person cannot be revived. I believe that the old man's spirit in heaven would not be willing to see you like this." Xiao Lan comforted her softly.

Zhang Yu only shook his head