Chapter 224. Song of Death

JASON

He signaled for me to lower my voice immediately. I must be hallucinating; this situation made no sense at all. I could still feel the applause for my grandmother’s death ringing in my ears.

“It is unfair that he died for no reason.” I said as the crying seemed to return to me after the anger. I could not help remembering that a few minutes before she died, I had refused her help and advice. “They rejoiced that she was dead.”

He knew it affected him, though he tried to hide it.

“They clapped their hands on his grave, damn it!” I shouted with a howl that broke the ears of those present.

The dry blow struck me directly on the back of the head, giving me no time to get up before they knocked me out. There was no way of knowing how long I had been unconscious. What I did know was that the same stench woke me. When I opened my eyes, I could see where it was coming from, beef hung to dry, it must have been there for centuries. They had to use it to prep