"Oh my God, is it that high?"
In the hall, cui Lizhu looked up and saw that the rope that was holding the body was hanging on the beam in the center of the hall. The beam was at least eight or nine meters from the ground.
The rope passed through the beam and tied a knot at the bottom, tying the head of the deceased.
The corpse was in the middle of the hall. As many of the items in the hall had already been transferred out, it seemed unusually empty.
The corpse was still hanging in the air. It was unknown where the wind had leaked out, but the corpse was still swaying slowly. It looked extremely terrifying ...
The victim was facing the main entrance of the hall. Although his face was distorted and had turned into an ugly purple, Zhao Yu could still recognize that the victim was the groom's wife, ge bing!