Tang San was gambling money in Macau. He was tricked by someone. After losing all the money, he still owed a debt. Fortunately, he had discovered a tomb of a great minister of the Song Dynasty in Xiaolin Village before. He decided to go shopping, as long as he could get a few pieces of porcelain, he could pay his debts.
He didn’t tell anyone about this action, including his master.
At night, he reached the spot where he had stepped on during the day. The wind is soft as if a woman’s hands are touching, making people feel soft. He used a shovel to dig it all at once, and it didn’t take long before he dug into the tomb. In the corner of the tomb, he illuminated a person with a flashlight. Which ghost will be fine in this gloomy place? He went to the tomb with his master many times and had never encountered such a strange thing.
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“Who are you?” Tang San’s voice was loud, he was emboldening himself.
“Who do you think I am?” The man spoke in a strange voice, as if he was deliberately pressing his throat.
“How do I know who you are!” Tang San said.
“Hey, I am the owner of this tomb!” The man turned around, revealing a cyan face.
Tang San crawled out of the tomb room. After Tang San left, the man tore off the silicone mask on his face: “Little bastard, still want to fight with me.”
Master knew that Tang San had a secret that he had not told. He, so he made some gadgets in his phone, he knew where Tang San was. He opened the coffin eagerly, there was nothing inside.
“I don’t have any eyesight, it’s a cloak.” The master said annoyedly.
He was about to go out, crawling halfway down the hole he had made, and found that it was blocked!
Tang San drove the car, full of joy: “Do you think I don’t know your tricks? I have taken the contents long ago. This time I’m hitting the ones in your house. Idea of something.”