Twenty-seven. Even if it's hell, I'll be with you.

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Phew...

As if a gust of wind had passed, the candles wrapped in the blanket bowed their heads for an instant.

After the old woman opened her eyes, the handkerchief she held in her palm curled and singed at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving behind burn marks from the flames.

Entering the room, Lu Li smelled the ubiquitous scent of sulfur inside the cottage. As the old woman began to speak, the sulfur smell in the room suddenly became thick and pungent.

It seemed the source of the black crow's smell had been found.

"She's not doing too well..."

The old woman told the anxiously waiting middle-aged man, handing back the scorched handkerchief over the candles to him with the slow cadence often used by the elderly, "She was a woman full of motherly love. Let me tell you to take good care of the Hani Henry siblings."