Close the Door

Chen Mo's grandfather left him a copper coin sword. Forty-nine copper coins sealed the doors of forty-nine tombs. For each seal, burn one. After burning, the sword is useless. Before his death, his grandfather held his hand and said, "Mo'er, the number of copper coins on the sword can never be changed. If there is one more or one less, something will happen." He never thought he would use this sword. It wasn't until three o'clock in the morning that the informant Monkey sent a WeChat message: "Something was found under the Dongjiao Textile Factory." He replied "Don't wait, run". The moment the message was sent, the sound of brakes and crashes could be heard outside the window. The monkey stood under the streetlight and smiled at him. The eyes are golden. Chen Mo lowered his head and glanced at the copper coin sword in his hand. There is an extra copper coin on the sword. It was stained with rust and had a word cast on it. Deep.