Qian Cangyi hid behind a rather large dead tree, holding his breath.
Thank God I reacted fast.
Seeing that he hadn't been discovered, Qian Cangyi exhaled in relief.
After confirming that the little girl continued to move forward, Qian Cangyi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath, and continued to follow.
Before long, Qian Cangyi followed the little girl to a grave, where he saw her place the hand from her basket in front of the tombstone.
What is this...
Qian Cangyi's brow furrowed, the turn of events was becoming increasingly bizarre, then he heard the little girl's voice.
"Mom, this hand is the freshest hand, you should be able to come back to life." The girl's voice was filled with anticipation.
Alive? Was her mother dead?