You Might Be a Fake Person

What surprised Wang Yuechuan was that they drove all the way out, and in the end, Professor Cui Fo actually led him into the hills somewhere in the suburbs.

They only saw a few tile-roofed farmhouses along the way. It could be called a desolate place.

The two of them eventually got out of the car and climbed the hill on foot. As a police officer, Wang Yuechuan was in excellent physical condition, but Professor Cui Fo was not. Before long, he was panting like an ox, his head covered in sweat, forcing Wang Yuechuan to worry whether the professor could keep going.

Besides that, Professor Cui Fo kept looking around as they walked, frowning from time to time... Wang Yuechuan believed that this old professor was also visiting this place for the first time, so he was unfamiliar with it.

"Professor, what exactly are you looking for?" Wang Yuechuan asked calmly.

"Graves." Professor Cui Fo did not turn his head as he said, "More precisely, it should be a mass burial ground. I saw some local residents mention this place while chatting online... Hmm, it should be in this direction. Let's hurry."

Wang Yuechuan said nothing more... The entire Book of the Dead had been translated by this professor. Although he had his doubts, he had no solid alternative explanation. But could he find someone else besides Professor Cui Fo to translate it?

Wang Yuechuan believed that there had to be someone else besides Professor Cui Fo who could translate it, but such a person would not be easy to find... More importantly, the fewer people who knew about the Book of the Dead, the better.

"Here we are!" Professor Cui Fo suddenly stopped and said with a smile, "Wang, in your Eastern way of putting it, Heaven rewards