Asking for Directions

Yang Jian's thoughts were complicated.

He could now be certain that Old Qin had been right before. There really was something wrong with his father. Yet after discovering those problems, he felt even more uneasy, because the body bag in his hand most likely contained the corpse of his mysterious father.

A man who had been dead for over a decade, whose corpse had remained perfectly intact, only divided into pieces.

What was hardest to understand was that when the corpse had been dismembered and sealed away, his father had actually still been alive.

Dismembering his own body?

No matter how he looked at it, that should have been impossible.

With that bizarre thought in mind, Yang Jian decided to return to the village first. If nothing unexpected happened today, he planned to take this thing back to Dachang City to deal with it. He did not want these things to disturb the village's peace.

After leaving the temple, he arrived at the road beside the village, intending to follow it around and return to the village.

As he walked, Yang Jian thought things over.

He was somewhat absentminded.

It was not until a car came up from behind, slowed as it passed him, and honked that he snapped back to his senses.

"Brother, could I ask you about something?" The driver of a jeep rolled down his window. He was a man around thirty, dressed in a down jacket that made him look somewhat bulky.

There were three other people in the car as well, both men and women, but their appearances could not be made out clearly.

Yang Jian frowned and looked at him. "What is it?"

"It's nothing major. I just wanted to ask whether Meishan Village is up ahead." The driver smiled warmly and offered him