The Paper Maker

"Rustle."

An odd sound rang out in the Grave of Book Slaves.

"Rustle, rustle."

The sound grew louder.

"Rustle, rustle."

Moonlight spilled over the small mound that had just been buried. The soil kept sliding down its sides.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, a pale, slender hand reached out from beneath the earth.

"Rustle, rustle."

Slowly, the mound grew lower.

One hand, then another, a head, a body. The moonlight was hazy, the wind eerie, and the rustling continued.

The young man who had already died had somehow crawled back out!

"Holy crap!" Ma Feifei, watching from a distance, was dumbfounded. Hadn't this young man died? How had he suddenly crawled out of the grave?

"Phew..." Li Chenzhou sat on the cold ground, panting heavily. His body was still weak, and crawling out of the grave had drained all his strength. He was having trouble catching his breath.

"Phew, phew, phew."

Breathing heavily, Li Chenzhou looked around. A trace of venom appeared on his pale, youthful face. "Dragon Dance Prefecture Lord, you gouged out my heart. I'll never forgive you!"

"Bang!"

Li Chenzhou slammed his fist into the ground in front of him, but he was too weak to put any real force behind it.

"You want revenge, don't you?"

Suddenly, an amused voice rang through the empty Grave of Book Slaves. Li Chenzhou stiffened, struggled to his feet, and looked around, ready to defend himself.

"Don't be afraid. We're not enemies. In fact, I can even help you get revenge." The voice came again, but Li Chenzhou couldn't tell where it was coming from.

"Who are you?" Li Chenzhou asked in a low voice, frowning. His voice trembled. He had gone to great lengths to fool everyone by faking his death. If they discovered the truth, the Dragon Dance Prefecture Lord would