Entering the spirit hall, a group of women and children bowed their heads and paid their respects, all of them weeping.
Zhao Changhe stepped forward to perform the ritual and light incense, glancing left and right at the expressions of the people nearby, he always felt something was out of place.
The so-called women and children, were all women, ranging from their twenties to their fifties, apparently all the wives and concubines of the deceased, with no elderly or children, and no other uncles or brothers or the like relatives present, which did not resemble a family at all.
And this crying was also strange. In the present world, it was common to visit a relative's spirit hall for worship, where relatives would start off weeping. But after a few days, how many would still be crying incessantly? Even if there were any, it would only be a very few. Yet these people had been weeping for so many days.
