CHAPTER 1178: CHAPTER 1177: KILLING 3

Yuan Zhigang heard the words and was once again surprised. He took her to a nearby candle shop to buy incense paper, and while at it, bought a chunk of raisin meat. Only then did the two of them drive away.

Driving for about ten minutes, Ye Ning soon saw a not-so-high hill covered in white snow through the windshield. That hill was quite peculiar. Despite the city undergoing drastic changes over the years, this place was still like an abandoned land, with no buildings or signs of development.

"This place is very eerie. During the Cultural Revolution, it was a site where the Red Guards persecuted people. Countless people have died here, so no developer has dared to touch this place over the years."

As if seeing through Ye Ning’s confusion, the man named Yuan Zhigang explained after getting out of the car.

Ye Ning understood and did not ask further questions. After getting off the car, she followed the middle-aged man, stepping cautiously towards the hill.

Sure enough, after crossing the small bridge, the temperature suddenly turned colder, as if a gust of chilling wind penetrated straight into her bones. Even though Ye Ning, who had seen those dirty things, couldn’t help but feel a chill all over, making her very uncomfortable.

"See, it’s that jujube tree. Just go up there."

Feeling a chill throughout, the man walking ahead suddenly lifted his head and pointed, speaking again.

Following his words, Ye Ning looked over, only to find that from her angle, the jujube tree didn’t resemble a tree but rather looked like a person, sprawling there, coldly overlooking the people below, causing her heart to jump in surprise.

Has this tree really become a spirit?

Her palms were cold with sweat; she casually responded with an "uh-huh" and continued walking forward.

After another ten minutes or so, they finally climbed up the hill, and Ye Ning stood beneath the jujube tree, finding the gravesite she was looking for.

"Yan couple..."

She stood there panting, looking at the epitaph that had been tended by the man. She felt a sort of mixed emotion, like laughing and crying.

A grave without a proper inscription – was she ridiculing the uneducated man or lamenting the tragic fate of the couple buried underneath, who died without having their bodies intact, left with only an unnamed grave?

She untied the scarf from around her neck, waiting for her breath to stabilize before slowly placing down the items she carried. Then, in front of the middle-aged man, she knelt before the tombstone: "Grandfather, grandmother, I came late..."

Grandfather? Grandmother?!!

The moment these titles were uttered, the middle-aged man standing with her immediately widened his eyes: "Miss Ye, you... why are you calling them grandfather and grandmother? Aren’t you... aren’t you..."

He nearly said "Phoenix Blue Ink."

But the woman kneeling at the gravesite, facing his astonishment, simply lit the incense she brought and said to the tombstone: "Thank you to the Yuan Family for collecting my grandfather and grandmother’s remains, and thank you for taking care of their gravesite over these years."