It was obvious that Little Lin had good days with Chuyi. His soul had resumed its original shape. The little boy now wore a gold-sparkling red dudou. When he saw me, he started clapping his hands and beaming at me. The boy didn’t forget me, his first master. 

“Get in there through the slit and see if you can track it down through its smell.” 

Chuyi brought a scale to Little Lin’s nose. The little ghost closed his eyes to concentrate and sniffed the scale. Then, he plunged swiftly into the ground. 

“Cough. Cough…” 

As my father-in-law was old, he couldn’t endure the cold weather. I took off my coat and put it over him. After turning back to see the slit the sword had made in the ground, I waited, feeling tense. 

Soon, Little Lin returned. He looked a little embarrassed. He shook his head and pointed at the ground...