My Great-Grandfather Stole Ten Thousand Ghost Silver Dollars

【Supernatural Twist】【Don't Read at Night】【Folk Tale】【Not for the Faint-hearted】 What he stole were silver dollars, but what he returned was his life! Before my great-grandfather breathed his last, he held on to his final breath and said some nonsense: "The silver dollars... hand them all over, not a single one left... you must survive..." Ten thousand silver dollars—he had stolen them from the old Shagou in the Northeast. That place, the ginseng diggers called it the Death Land; not a single person who went in ever came out. Guarding these silver dollars, the Pi family bought land, opened a pharmacy, and became the richest household within a hundred miles. But also guarding these silver dollars, my great-grandmother passed away after three years, and her four sons went insane or became simple-minded one by one. On the night of the burial, someone saw the newly widowed young great-grandmother blow a breath at a room full of silver dollars—three cedar chests shone like daylight, a pillar of light shot up from the middle of the courtyard to the sky, and dark shadows descended along the light. Who gave the silver dollars, great-grandfather never said until his death. He only wrote a line in the notebook he left for his eldest son: Greed, anger, and ignorance—all three curses are on this money. To break the curse, you must return to the old Shagou and repay what is owed. The last page of the notebook was water-stained, leaving only half a sentence—Among the three objects, one is in... — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: My Great-Grandfather Stole Ten Thousand Ghost Silver Dollars — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠