Four old friends are dead, and this time they are truly dead. Jin San kicked them with his feet and twisted them with his hands; they are now four cold corpses. Everyone in the town has gathered in front of the restaurant.

  The waiter has been standing next to Jin San, not knowing what happened or how it happened, still rubbing the back of his head.

  "How could they die here?" Jin San asked.

  The waiter shook his head in confusion.

  "They are holding those three-inch golden lotus shoes in their hands. What on earth is going on?" Jin San asked, questioning himself, the waiter, and everyone else in the town who had gathered.

  Jin San knew he would never find the answer.

  I can only be sure of one thing: the ghost has appeared again!

  Jin San returned to his room, and the drum hammer was quietly pced on the table. Jin San instinctively gnced at it but saw something else.

  A yellow paper note was spread out on the table.

  Jin San's heart skipped a beat. He hesitantly picked up the note, which had a few words written on it...

  Jin San dusted off his clothes, stood tall, and stepped into the antique shop.

  "Shopkeeper, I want a high-quality box," Jin San shouted as soon as he entered.

  "This is an antique shop; we don't make custom boxes," the shopkeeper replied with a smile.

  "What I want is an antique box." Jin San found a comfortable chair and leaned back.

  The shopkeeper furrowed his brow, sneaking a gnce up and down at Jin San, and asked, "Bao Mu, what do you want an antique box for?"

  Jin San smiled slightly, took out a bck cloth from his pocket, opened it, and revealed a drumstick, saying, "I need an antique box specifically to hold this."

  The shopkeeper was taken aback for a moment but then walked into the back room.

  Jin San still smiled slightly, pced the hammer along with the cloth on the nearby table, and casually said, "Bring me a bowl of good Longjing tea."

  The waiter stood there, at a loss for what to do, and Jin San rolled his eyes, saying, "What? Is this how you treat your guests? Why don't you go ask your boss? If I ask for a bowl of Longjing tea, will he give it to me or not?"

  The waiter quickly bowed and politely smiled, saying, "How could I not serve you? Please have a seat, and I'll bring it to you right away." The waiter didn't dare to offend Jin San; he suddenly realized that Bao Mu was speaking quite firmly today.

  Jin San nodded in satisfaction.

  Longjing was served to Jin San as quickly as possible. "Master Bao, please enjoy your tea." The waiter's attitude was so good that Jin San was quite pleased. He casually took a piece of silver from his pocket and tossed it into the waiter's hand, saying, "This is a reward for you."

  "Thank you, Master Bao!" The waiter happily bowed and retreated to the back hall.

  The shopkeeper walked out from the back room, and his previously gloomy face immediately lit up with a golden smile upon seeing Jin San.

  "Do these boxes meet your expectations?" The shopkeeper pced three antique boxes on the table next to Jin San.

  Jin San only gnced sideways and said, "These are not the boxes I want. The box I want should be a long, oval copper box, just the right size to fit this drumstick, and the bottom of the box should have a pattern."

  The shopkeeper's eyes sparkled with a glimmer, and he asked in a low voice, "What kind of pattern?"

  "If I remember correctly... it should be a drum pattern," Jin San thought for a moment and said.

  "Don't get me wrong, I was just curious and wanted to ask," the shopkeeper dodged Jin San's gaze, but Jin San still noticed something unusual about him.

  "Rattle drum," Jin San answered the shopkeeper's question.

  The shopkeeper remained silent, turned, and walked into the back room. Jin San didn't ask any more questions and continued sipping the fine Longjing tea. After a while, the shopkeeper quickly walked out.

  "Is this the box you mean?" The shopkeeper's expression was somewhat strange.

  "This is it!" Jin San stood up excitedly, causing his teacup to fall to the ground and shatter. Jin San didn't care about that at all and eagerly inserted the drumsticks.

  "Indeed, it is!" Jin San happily picked up the box and turned to leave the shop.

  "What kind of drum!" The shopkeeper's voice suddenly rose.

  Jin San looked at the shopkeeper, his eyes filled with confusion.

  "Don't get me wrong, I was just curious and wanted to ask," the shopkeeper dodged Jin San's gaze, but Jin San still noticed something unusual about him.

  "Rattle drum," Jin San answered the shopkeeper's question.

  The shopkeeper remained silent, turned, and walked into the back room. Jin San didn't ask any more questions and continued sipping the fine Longjing tea. After a while, the shopkeeper quickly walked out.

  "Is this the box you mean?" The shopkeeper's expression was somewhat strange.

  "This is it!" Jin San stood up excitedly, causing his teacup to fall to the ground and shatter. Jin San didn't care about that at all and eagerly inserted the drumsticks.

  "Indeed, it is!" Jin San happily picked up the box and turned to leave the shop.

  The shopkeeper didn't stop him, and the clerk didn't stop him either.

  "How could he know that this thing is with me?" the shopkeeper said.

  "Of course he would know!" the clerk replied.

  "Right, only he would know about it in this world." A sinister smile slowly appeared on the shopkeeper's face.

  "I want to take something," Jin San said, raising his head to look at the old man with a long beard inside through the railing.

  "This is a pawn shop; we can't take things, only redeem them," the old man said without looking up, as he had no intention of paying attention to Jin San.

  "That thing is very ordinary," Jin San patiently continued.

  "Even the most ordinary things need money to redeem," the old man still didn't look up.

  "It should be a red rattle drum," Jin San said.

  The old man suddenly lifted his head, dropping the pen from his hand onto the counter, leaving a long bck streak across the once-clear ledger. However, he didn't pay any attention to it and instead asked with a somewhat nervous expression, "Are you sure you want the red rattle drum?"

  "I'm sure," Jin San replied with a confident smile.

  The old man didn't say anything; he just stared bnkly at Jin San, who also remained silent, still smiling at the old man.

  "Wait a moment," the old man said before turning and walking into the back room.

  Jin San patiently leaned against the counter, looking down at the box in his hands.

  "Here you go," the old man cautiously handed a red rattle drum to Jin San with both hands.

  "This is it," Jin San excimed excitedly, and he rushed out of the pawnshop as fast as he could.

  The old man kept his eyes fixed on Jin San's departing figure, a strange expression on his face.

  "Jin San seems to know a lot of things." The first voice spoke.

  "Maybe he has already remembered what his mother told him." The second voice spoke.

  "It seems our pn is finally coming to an end." The third voice spoke.

  "Finally, the day has come." The fourth voice spoke.

  "Hope everything goes smoothly." The fifth voice spoke.

  "Tian Qizi, Wang Xiazi, Song Zhu, and Bai Donggua were just pretending to be dead before, but now they are really dead, just like Boss Mo. What on earth is going on?" The sixth voice spoke.