Yang Jian, Sun Rui, and Li Yang took a taxi and went around Dahai City, finally stopping at a place slightly off from the downtown area.
This was a graveyard with a long history in Dahai City, its earliest dates could be traced back to the Republic of China period. It had been renovated and rebuilt several times before it took on its current appearance.
However, in Dahai City where land is worth its weight in gold, the location of this graveyard was not considered remote. The cost of interring someone here wouldn't be cheap, to say the least a few hundred thousand, or even starting at a million.
"This should be the place,"
Sun Rui stepped out of the taxi, leaning on his cane, he looked up at the large archway at the entrance which bore the words Fushou Garden.
