The downpour was torrential, the murky water swallowing the corpses whole. Thankfully, these were nameless, faceless drifters, their bodies incomplete. There was no need to be particular about such things.,Chen Luo, who had put down the corpse, turned his head and responded with a sound, not understanding why his third uncle said this.,He tried to focus his attention on the past, and soon saw a row of familiar words.。