The grave calmed down. There was no change except for a piece of ragged paper money on it. Everything just happened seemed to be an illusion.

I looked at the quiet grave and screamed out. Just now, I saw clearly that the ghost was about to run out with a baby in its arms.

what's the matter? Does it mean that the tomb at the bottom is the coffin of mother and son? Or it was a dead pregnant woman.

"little seven, what's the matter?" Asked nervously on the fifth day.

"this grave is beyond my expectation. There are wonderful things below." I frowned. I was most afraid of pregnant...