It looks very much like... the attire of a groom from the past.
Especially that face, identical to his own, caused Xue Liangliang to be so scared that tears almost started to fall.
At this moment, he felt that the version of himself sitting on the Taishi Chair was even more terrifying than the woman in the coffin.
So, he lowered his head, looking towards the woman.
When he had entered the town earlier, all the women sitting behind the doors of the residential houses were seated; this woman, however, was lying down, and she was lying in the most central and core position of the ancestral hall.
At this time, the choking sensation emerged once again.
Xue Liangliang felt like an animal being driven by a whip.
Although he had some guesses in his mind, he still poked his head up, to the left, and to the right, feeling the intensity of the choking sensation.
