Late at night.
Outside Taiping Ancient Town.
Feng Quan carried two sheet-wrapped corpses on his shoulders and followed Boss Liu from the inn to a patch of wasteland by the river outside Taiping Ancient Town.
The wasteland was covered in wild grass, and it grew especially lush—taller than a person, dense and verdant. The grass elsewhere, by contrast, was short, sparse, and wilted. It was unclear whether this patch of land was fertile or simply benefited from the abundant water near the river.
"We're here. This is the place." Boss Liu stopped.
In the darkness, his shadow stretched long behind him. The dim oil lamp flickered unsteadily as he led Feng Quan here.
This was a burial ground.
In the old days, people would have called it a mass grave.
"Dig a hole and bury these two bodies here."
Boss Liu pointed at an open patch ahead where the weeds were thinner.
Feng Quan's numb gaze shifted slightly. "Are all the people who die in town buried here? No wonder the weeds in this wasteland grow so lushly. But people have been dying and disappearing one after another—hasn't anyone noticed?"
"What kind of place do you think Taiping Ancient Town is? You know that already. What do you think ordinary people could investigate if they came here?" Boss Liu smiled. "Didn't you want to know this place's secrets? Help me out, and I can tell you some of them."
"I want to know about the Ghost Lake. How much do you know?" Feng Quan had not expected the boss to be so straightforward. Rather than making him beat around the bush, he had brought it up himself.
That was good.
It saved them the trouble of wasting time with roundabout questions.
Feng Quan immediately tossed the two heavy corpses onto