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Chen Luo learned it and remembered it well. He didn't know why his third uncle asked him to do this, but there must be a reason. Every line has its own wisdom. Chen Luo didn't feel like he had crossed over. The knowledge in his head was more practical than the experience accumulated by several generations of others.,After finishing the burial, Chen Lao San took out a jar of watered-down cheap liquor from the box behind him and poured it onto the blank tombstone.,The medicinal water was boiled, the herbs reduced to a pulp. The pitch-black liquid in the earthenware pot didn't look like something a human could drink at all.。