Five accidental deaths at once threw the three main administrative units of small Zhonghu into turmoil. Dong Yuezhang was the most troubled among them. When the last body was pulled up and its death confirmed by Yu Haiting and the others, Dong Yuezhang's face turned ashen. Five people—three men and two women—all from the most vital labor force in the village. How were these families going to survive?
Du Heng, however, was the most composed of the three; his only remaining task was to handle the deceased. But the visual shock from earlier had left him deeply unsettled. His forehead began to throb at the mere thought of facing the wailing, grieving families.
Yu Haiting had been holding up relatively well, but that changed after he came out of the mortuary. He had never expected to see bodies in such a "mangled" state. By the time he entered Du Heng's office, his cheeks were pale and his lips colorless, whether from fright or the biting cold, he couldn't tell.
