I picked up a cute three-year-old baby on the street. He called me his disciple with his big eyes.
I don't believe in evil. That night the evil spirit of the century-old haunted house knelt down and begged for his life.
The child licked the lollipop: "I have been sleeping for a hundred years, why are my disciples and grandsons so useless now?"
Until he pointed to my ancestral grave and said: "The ones buried there are not your ancestors, but the garbage I threw away back then."
And the shocking secret of my family is slowly being revealed...
