After the rain stopped, a few strong men from the village were organized to dig up the body. The person had already passed away, and Lin Daya's father still held the rope of the ox tightly in his hand.,Struggled to get up and wanted to find something to cover myself with, but the blanket was so soaked it could be wrung out.,To have encountered this thing in two lifetimes, it can't be just space, right Or maybe it's some other kind of treasure that can follow you. It's definitely not an ordinary thing.。