Yang Dao is an orphan. He does not speak much. He is so introverted that if not for his grades no one would have even known about him. One day it all changed. A red helicopter landed in front of him and a black-haired beauty walked up to him. She spoke in a joyful and emotional voice, "Young Master, this servant finally found you." ... Follow Yang Dao, a boy blessed by the heavens. A guy who was given four familiar spirits by the heavens. DISCLAIMER: THE COVER IMAGE DOES NOT BELONG TO ME.
Amirah watched Yang Dao cleaning the place and was confused. The boy did intend to explain anything to her as well. So, she could only stand on the edge of the room and watch him do things.
As the molten lave flowed inside the mass grave the flesh began to evaporate and the level began to lower as well. The stench that plagued the land below also began to side. Yang Dao began to descend as the corpses began to melt. The process was fast, yet the corpses were too much.
Some had fermented and some had become a bunch of bones over the time but they were all piled up and acquired a lot of space in the grave. Yang Dao was not in a hurry to clean them up. He was also looking for something as the lava flowed down.