Qin Hao also naturally knew the location of the Qin Family cemetery. He drove his car, speeding on the highway, and after three hours, he had already stopped at the foot of a desolate hill on the outskirts of Qingshan City.
The terrain here was quite secluded, and the environment very serene. Within the valley embraced by the low mountains, a few inconspicuous mounds arose, among which gravestones stood.
The cemetery was extremely simple, and the gravestones were the simplest stone tablets.
By the time he arrived here, the sky was already close to dawn. A faint shade of light was appearing in the eastern sky over the mountains.
Qin Hao stopped his car outside the cemetery, opened the trunk, pulled out Xiao Jintian, and threw him into the cemetery. Since this cemetery was built, Qin Hao had never visited until now. He slowly walked through the modest forest of gravestones where all the direct and collateral members of the Qin Family rested peacefully.
