"All right, you can head back."
Only after everyone had climbed out of the carriage did Ye Qianfan take a few small pieces of silver from his waist pouch, tip Steward Chen, and send him away.
Steward Chen thanked him, then hurriedly drove the carriage away.
"It's almost dark." Shi Guang glanced up at the sky and said, "No wonder Steward Chen was so nervous!"
"You can hardly blame him," Ye Tiandi added. "Look where this Mortuary is. No village ahead, no inn behind, just wilderness all around. Who would want to linger in a godforsaken place like this?"
At Ye Tiandi's reminder, everyone finally took a look around.
The place looked like the outskirts of town.
Apart from the barren hills surrounding them, there was only a dilapidated courtyard. A wooden sign hung crookedly over its gate, bearing the word "Mortuary" in large characters.
Beyond the courtyard, there were only woods and hills, with no other homes in sight.
That alone showed how remote it was.
Farther away, a few private graves were scattered across the hills. White paper offerings and Soul-Summoning Banners littered the slopes, fluttering and scattering in the wind.
Some drifted down from the hills, making it look as though paper offerings were raining from the sky.
And with darkness creeping in...
Ye Qianfan could understand why neither Village Chief Qian nor Steward Chen wanted to come.
After all, scenery like this was frightening enough, evil spirits or not.
"It's almost dark. Let's hurry inside and take a look."
Ye Qianfan spoke.
Everyone nodded in agreement. But the moment Li Pu stepped forward and pushed the gate...
"Creeeak... bang!"
The old, long-neglected gate fell straight to the ground, sending up a cloud of dust.
Everyone coughed repeatedly. "Cough, cough... Looks like everyone in this Mortuary really