Chapter 84 Aren’t You Afraid of Karma?

• Like snow-white butterflies dancing and spinning in the air, the petals of carnations scattered all over the ground as the cold wind whistled.
• After gliding through the air for some time, they finally landed at the side of a tombstone not too far away, like a wandering child swaying gently and resting on his mother’s side with his eyes closed after a tiring journey.
• On the tombstone, there was a picture of a beautiful lady smiling and looking ahead gently, as though she was a mother welcoming the return of her wandering child. It was as if she would burst out, “Welcome home!”, at any minute.