C235 If You Kill Someone

In front of a humble thatched cottage, an elder was diligently sharpening a firewood knife, which gleamed with a thief's brightness. "Uncle, may I ask where we are? Have you seen the person who taught them to sing?" Zhao Lin inquired with a bow. "Sing? What they're singing isn't a song, young man. It's just an inscription from a stone tablet. No one here can read