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In the pitch-black night, at a desolate cemetery of Loi Thuy village, a group of people were straining with hoes and shovels to dig up the grave of Elder Kiem. They were not grave robbers, but a professional exhumation team, hired whenever a family needed to carry out a reburial.
Standing some distance away were the descendants and relatives of Elder Kiem's family. Each of them wore a white mourning headband. In front of them were several offering trays, filled with fruits, sticky rice, meat, and paper offerings.
Standing some distance away were the descendants and relatives of Elder Kiem's family. Each of them wore a white mourning headband. In front of them were several offering trays, filled with fruits, sticky rice, meat, and paper offerings.