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It was late autumn in the seventh year of the Republic of China. When everything was quiet, the shrewd silver dog led the five people to move away the stone that could overlap the top of the tower and the top of Toad Mountain. A cave that could accommodate one person appeared in front of them, and six people screamed at the same time. "I'm going to make a fortune this time!" Luo Guoliu said, tying the rope around his waist. "Brother Yingou, are you going down?" Yin Gu glanced at several people, and everyone was eager to try. He tied the rope to a toad stone that was nearly half a man's height, and used the fire sickle: "Get down!" He said, and drilled into the hole with a small shovel. After four feet deep, there is a small space that can accommodate about ten people. The six people held their breath and looked carefully at the stone man standing in the middle.