Grandma saw with her own eyes that when the salesman's body was fished out - there was a crack in the back of his head, as if someone had hit him with a rock from behind. But what was even more frightening was that in his hands that were soaked by water, he was holding tightly a brand new silver longevity lock that definitely belonged to him. The mute son of the Zhang family, the richest man in the village, was smiling foolishly at the side, with a deep mark on his neck. That night, the sound of a salesman's drum came from the well. Grandma secretly lifted up the stone slab and took a look: The face under the well was not the face of a salesman at all.
