The crowd was unable to help and could only stand by silently watching.
In the room, an altar for worship was set up with lit incense and candles, and offerings were placed upon it.
Everybody in the room watched as Lin Chuan scraped off the cement little by little with his fingers. His fingernails were overturned, and blood gushed out. The sight pained Tang Yumeng so much that she could hardly bear to look. Zhou Rui was beside her, holding Tang Yumeng. Two women, who were originally strangers, now embraced each other in mutual comfort, as if warming each other's hearts through the connection they had with Lin Chuan.
After more than two hours of effort, Lin Chuan's hands were ruined beyond recognition, but fortunately, his mother's body was finally peeled from the heavy cement. However, because her body had already stiffened, it remained in the same horrifying position it was in at the time of death when lowered: arms raised in a defensive position and legs curled.
