Huhai, Sheshan area.
Xu Musen silently looked at the pitch-black scene in front of him, illuminated only by a few street lamps at the entrance of the Cemetery.
In December in Huhai, the nighttime temperature already required wearing thick clothes, especially in this mid-mountain area, which felt a bit eerie.
"Um, handsome, are you sure you want to get off here? There are no taxis daring to come here at night."
The taxi driver looked at the empty Cemetery gate, feeling a bit creeped out himself.
Although it was said that the feng shui of the Cemetery in the Sheshan area was very good, and ordinary people couldn't afford to be buried here after death, a cemetery was still a cemetery, and coming here late at night was quite unnerving.
"It's fine."
Xu Musen shook his head and directly handed over a red banknote to him, "Keep the change."
He then turned around and entered the Cemetery directly.
