Late night.
Outside Taiping Ancient Town.
Feng Quan was carrying two bodies wrapped in sheets, following Boss Liu from the inn to a wasteland by a riverside outside Taiping Ancient Town.
This wasteland was overgrown with wild grass, and the growth was particularly lush, taller than a person and verdant, in contrast to the other areas where the wild grass was short, weak, and wilted. It was unknown if the wasteland was fertile or if it was due to the proximity to the river and abundant water source.
"This is it." Boss Liu stopped.
In the black night, his shadow stretched long, the dim oil lamp flickered unsteadily, finally bringing Feng Quan here.
This was a burial ground.
In the old days, it was often referred to as a mass grave.
"Dig a pit and bury these two bodies here."
Boss Liu pointed to a relatively clear patch of ground with fewer weeds in front.
