LiaoHong Sun
The story happened about one hundred years ago in a remote small town. In the town there was a hostel run by the owner and his wife and only another staff who acted as a manager, a cashier, a cleaner, a chef etc. The staff was an intelligent and vigilant person, his name was IntelligentOne Wang. In one rain night a guest came in with a worn-out thick pelt hat, a dirty black cotton padded jacket, a working apron around his waist and a pair of straw sandals covered with mud, a broken umbrella and a small cloth package. IntelligentOne Wang noticed the guest took a pile of cash, silver coins and gold jewelry out of the package in the room, hid the wealth under a remote corner of the bed. He framed the guest up as a sorcerer of White Lotus Society with three paper dolls and let the guest’s heart and liver be cut out while he was alive. IntelligentOne Wang took all the wealth left by the guest, about thirteen thousand dollars, sneaked out of the town and into Shanghai with a new name of BrilliantTalent Wang as a rich gentleman. The guest made a swear before he was executed:' Though I will die, my vengeful ghost will climb out of my grave in daytime, I will find my enemy and claim his life!' The words were nailed down into his mind and became an indelible memory. Could he keep his wealth? Could he keep his life? Could the murdered kill his murderer in the end?
