The old man cursed in anger, "A slap is too light, I feel like beating you to death!"
He grabbed the collar of the man's shirt.
"Where is this place?"
"Do you know why this is a hillside?"
"The ground you stand on, beneath lies the bones of tens of thousands!"
"Back then, so many people died of famine, and the mass graves were too far away. Not to mention other places, just what I, an old man, know, there are multiple mass burial pits in the four nearby cities! This is one of them, every day carts full of bodies were brought here, the deep pit was gradually filled up. But bodies kept coming, eventually forming this mound."
"What imperial envoy Zhou Qian, he's clearly a despicable villain."
The old man was furious, spitting as he spoke. Yet he was both hungry and anxious, vision going black with dizziness.
The Wei Family Army hurriedly stuffed another handful of beans into his mouth.
The old man wanted to spit them out.
