If anyone else had been there, they would have kicked the corpse off without hesitation. But Chen Luo wouldn't. His Uncle San wouldn't either.,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.,“Xiao Luo, you’re almost twenty, right” Uncle San watched Chen Luo work diligently, his eyes filled with pride.。