The five-star sedan slowed as it passed the village store, and Shen Tianxing spoke to Ya Wenzhen with a grave voice, "Wenzhen, go down and ask, someone in this village has died?"
"Yes!" Ya Wenzhen immediately stopped the car by the roadside.
As the five-star sedan just passed by, the four or five loafers sitting in the village store chatting busily began to discuss amongst themselves.
"What do you guys think, is this fancy-looking car a relative or a friend of someone from the village?"
"Could it be they're attending the funeral at Old Lady Zhang's place?"
"Cut it out, how could that be possible? If Old Lady Zhang really had such wealthy relatives, she wouldn't have ended up in such a tragic state today."
"Shh, don't talk anymore, the car has stopped."