Twenty minutes later.
The taxi stopped in front of the largest cemetery in the suburbs of Aurous Hill.
The cemetery was so vast that it occupied a few nearby hills. It was normally crowded during the day as people came by to worship, but at night it was dead and quiet, without even any stray dogs running wild.
After the taxi brought the pair to the cemetery gate, the driver punched the accelerator as the car squealed away leaving the old man and his grandson standing alone before the gate.
Under the dim moonlight, Mike looked at the huge gate made of white marble in front of him, and said nervously, "Grandpa, how come there is no staff in this place?
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