C98 Handwriting of death second will

Early the next morning, when most of the villagers were still sleeping soundly, a hysterical scream broke the silence.

"Ah, my son …" The voice was so shrill and tragic that anyone who heard it couldn't help but shiver.

The pencil tree was once again the center of attention — a child had been hanged from the pencil tree. A woman was crying under a tree