"Old Hong, you know I'm a coward," pleaded Old Donkey, patting his chest in terror and panic. "Please don't scare me. If you do, and something bad happens, I'll come take up residence with you, eat your food, live at your place, and make you wait on me."
"Roll as far away as you can, and you say you're a coward? If you're a coward, then coffins would be dancing," the master teased, immediately seeing through Old Donkey's act and scolding him with a laugh.
"Master...there are coffins!" As soon as the master's voice fell, Xie Xiaopeng quietly called out, pointing at the corner of the yard where the grass shed was located.
"Old Hong you geezer, has your mouth been blessed somewhere? How come it's more accurate than a crow's mouth? Tsk tsk tsk, it's just a coincidence, definitely a coincidence." Following the direction Seaw Peng was pointing, they indeed saw two coffins in the grass shed, which seemed to have been there for many years, with the paint almost completely flaked off.
