Chen Lo grabbed the straw mat beside him with one hand and moved the person into the mud pit.,Uncle San said, this is the custom of the mortician.,Chen Luo glanced at the stray dog raised by his uncle. He remembered when he first came to the city and stayed with his uncle, this mangy dog had bitten a hole in his pants. In the corner, the mangy dog, its tail stiff with anxiety, was hidden away from the foul stench, sensing that something bad might be about to happen.。