Chapter 290: Beneath the Earth, Your Bones Lie in the Mud

With the sporadic sounds of firecrackers outside and the bustling throngs in the marketplace, everything signified that the New Year was imminent. Elysianne had accepted my suggestions and begun preparing for the gambling cruise. She seemed to have relegated the business of the venue to a secondary concern.

On the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, I had developed a tradition over the years of visiting my father's grave. This year was no exception. Early in the morning, I instructed Dark to drive Elysianne's Range Rover to my hometown’s cemetery.

In this modern age, the concept of cemeteries remains somewhat obscure. When my father passed away, he was laid to rest in our ancestral grave situated in the mountains. After departing the national highway, we ventured onto a bumpy mountain road, narrow and fraught with potholes.