I found a three-year-old cutie on the street, and he blinked his big eyes and called me his disciple’s grand-disciple.
I refused to believe him, until that night, when the evil spirit in a century-old haunted house knelt and begged him for mercy.
The kid licked his lollipop. “This lord has slept for a hundred years. Why are my disciples and their descendants such good-for-nothings now?”
Then he pointed at my family’s ancestral grave and said, “The thing buried in there isn’t your ancestor. It’s the trash I threw away back in the day.”
And now, the shocking secret of my family is slowly coming to light...
