"It's not just that I couldn't eat, the first time I saw a corpse like that, I nearly vomited my bile. I didn't eat for three days and nights, couldn't keep anything down, even drinking water felt like brain matter. Oh, by the way, I haven't told you yet, my master practices Feng Shui, often dealing with violent deaths, so I've seen all sorts of corpses. At first, I was scared and couldn't sleep at night, but I got used to it over time. My master said, death is like a lamp blowing out, nothing to be afraid of. Just a heap of rotten meat, no different from chickens and ducks, I've slaughtered chickens with blood all over, can steam, fry, roast them, so dead people aren't scary at all."
Everyone deeply felt the hovering crows circling overhead, cawing incessantly. Can someone really talk like this? Death being like a lamp extinguished is reasonable, but what comes after...
