With the boost from the large paper horse beneath the General Effigy, Chen Miao reached the fork again in just five minutes.
As he headed down the right-hand branch, Chen Miao could not help glancing at the road to the left.
What Chen Miao really wanted to visit was the burial hill.
The deserted village might have ghosts, but the burial hill definitely would!
Unfortunately, that burial hill had an owner.
By owner, Chen Miao did not mean the child and the dog, nor anyone else who might be in the courtyard at the foot of the hill. He meant Great Xia-the Demon-Suppressing Bureau of Qingjiang Town.
After learning about the burial hill, Chen Miao had been thinking over its circumstances.
His final conclusion was that a place used for communal burials could not possibly be in private hands.
Judging by what he had seen of Brother Kui today, the burial hill was somewhere everyone in Qingjiang Town knew about.
Not only did they know about it, they also followed the rule of taking the dead there for burial.
The owner of the Paper Effigy Shop could not have arranged all this, nor could the owner of Yizhuang.
Only the Demon-Suppressing Bureau could do it. Only they could carry out such things openly!
But Chen Miao could not figure out why delivering a corpse there earned him money.
It gave him the impression that the corpse had been sold to the burial hill.
That was how it had worked when he delivered a corpse. What about everyone else?
Did it work the same way for them?
Chen Miao did not know. He planned to have a proper talk with Ge Feng about the burial hill when he returned tonight.
Only after understanding the burial hill thoroughly could Chen Miao judge