Li Tushan spent three whole days in the makeshift morgue at Ruoyun Villa. When Wei Xian was invited over to check the household registers with him, Li Tushan's brow was knit in a deep, tight frown.
He walked, step by step, past the charred corpses that had been frozen for days in the makeshift shed, grief weighing heavily on his heart.
These people's lives were as cheap as dirt. They had no household registration, no legal identity, and even their names could be changed at the whim of their masters. Now that they were dead, unless relatives came forward to claim them, no one would ever know who they had been.
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