"Ah???"

The person on the other end of the call was startled by Feng Yao's words, their hand shook, and the phone fell to the ground.

Then they picked up the phone and immediately started rechecking everything, confirming again after a long while.

"Confirmed, every stone was finally used for paving roads, nothing out of the ordinary happened."

"Good..." Feng Yao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Based on the Scorching Sun Department's experience, the standard procedure for this kind of situation now really is road paving, and the material is definitely used as the foundation for roads with heavy foot traffic.

No matter what kind of demon or ghost it was, as long as it turned into stone and was used for paving, there's no way it'll ever make trouble again.

Let alone this one, which has been completely turned into Stone Mountain—back in the day, a Great Demon killed by the Scorching Sun Department turned into a stone statue afterward.

They were worried the demon might come back to life, so they crushed the statue and mixed it into the roadbed material; with people and cars coming and going day and night over the road, even if it had the tiniest chance for a second wind, at this stage, it's gone forever.

So, when someone really wants to be nasty, they deal with a corpse by burying it under a road.

If you want to be even more vicious, chop it up and bury it at a crossroads—rest assured, no ghost's ever coming for revenge.

This method might not work everywhere, but in Divine Land with this high population density, it's stupidly effective.

And you can do it all out in the open, without a care that anyone could notice anything off.

Otherwise, why do you think some places with high foot and vehicle traffic keep getting their roads redone year after year?

That's just the perfect place to handle some things that aren't fit for the Luxury Furnace.

The Luxury Furnace isn't all-powerful—there are things you just can't burn and be done with.

But suppressing it with the road, you don't even have to keep it there forever; after a year of feet and wheels, it'll be sorted out nice and clean, no trouble left.

Feng Yao wasn't reassured until he personally inspected everything and confirmed that all the materials were indeed put into the busiest roads per standard procedure.

He stood by the roadside, listening to passersby complaining that the road was fixed just a few months ago and is already under construction again. Feng Yao joined in the grumbling, "Right, right—the last job must have been shoddy, that's why it broke so soon."

Yeah, yeah, those overloaded trucks must've smashed up the road.

After checking with nearby residents, he found out this place not only sees loads of people passing by, even big trucks cut through here at night. That completely put Feng Yao at ease.

The perfect spot.

If he could just add a traffic light and a crosswalk, slow down the cars for safety, maybe even put in a speed bump?

Feng Yao took out his phone and made notes. Some sharp-eyed resident noticed what he was doing, took one look at Feng Yao's "boss" face, and got all fired up, tossing out all sorts of suggestions on the side.

Feng Yao wrote down every single thing with all seriousness—anything for safety. Just slow things down and most accidents can be avoided.

And with everything running slower, vehicles and people stay around longer. Isn't that perfect?

After jotting it all down, he sent out the requirements for the planning and construction crews to follow.

Anyway, these construction foremen know best what they can fudge a little, drag out deadlines, pad the budget, and what work needs to be done solid and by the book.

If you get a contract assigned by the Scorching Sun Department, the absolute bare minimum is having a real sense of what's at stake.

If you don't know priorities and dare to screw around, then it's totally normal if you get sent to "step on a sewing machine" straight away.

Feng Yao hustled to handle everything—half the time it's not about waiting for evidence to show up before acting.

It's about sticking to the protocols that were bought with blood, and only by doing things by the book can you make sure nothing goes wrong.

Feng Yao still wasn't sure—he only just got the suspicion. But before that, the procedures had to follow the standard playbook.

If that Crouching Tiger Mountain really was once the Mountain Lord's transformed body, then all those remains inside the mountain might be the people it devoured.

The Rakshasa Bird was born right there—that actually explains a lot.

No wonder the Rakshasa Bird born of the Mountain Lord is so different from the ones in the records—that's totally normal.

Even if it's still not totally certain this is a Rakshasa Bird, you still have to proceed by what's most likely.

...

Wen Yan walked along the road toward the river, pondering what exactly to say to King Guilong if they actually met.

The info gathered so far is just way too little.

All they've got is that back in the day there was a King Guilong Temple, then a tributary of the West River changed course, then changed back, and the temple was finally swept away by a flood.

No one knows what really happened—there's no written record.

Not even sure what kind of person King Guilong is, not clear how to chat without accidentally stepping on a landmine—this is important.

On the other hand, he reckoned he'd have to find time to get to Guanzhong County himself, no waiting till next month.

If he wanted to dig up dirt in the Rakshasa Ghost Market, going straight through Lord Zhu's channel is safest—but it's not right to run to Lord Zhu for every little thing, gotta think about the folks underneath too.

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