Uncle Three glanced at the row of straw mats on the ground, covered in mud.,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.,That means Uncle Three went out drinking last night. If he were still in the courtyard, he would definitely have come out to beat someone up.。