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I reached out to pull the covers, but my hand wouldn't lift. What was wrong with me I strained to open my eyes, but all I saw was darkness. I couldn't see a thing.,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.,Every day he would tease the cats and dogs, and when he saw the young lads from the village, he would flash them a look, whistle a tune or two, and grin, showing off his big, yellow teeth. It was really disgusting.。