Gao Yang, Qing Ling, and Wang Zikai enjoyed a scrumptious lunch. During the meal, Gao Yang chatted with his uncle more about his grandmother, but didn’t get any clues.0

At two o’clock in the afternoon, his uncle took him to the graveyard in the mountain to visit their family. Since Qing Ling and Wang Zikai were close to Gao Yang and had met Gao Yang’s family, they decided to follow along as well.0

Gao Yang’s uncle had changed into worn clothes and fetched a small basket from a small wooden shed beside the front yard, filled with incense sticks, joss paper, three bottles of liquor, leafy greens, and a machete.0

Qing Ling glanced over, stiffening suddenly.0

Noticing her alert, Gao Yang nudged Wang Zikai...0