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After resting for a short while, he walked into the shed outside the tomb again.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said.

He and his two students left the shed. He walked around it before entering it again. He took the wooden sword off his back and held it in his hand. He waved his hand Crack! The roof of the shed was open. The wooden sword was amazingly sharp. The old Taoist created a big hole in the roof for the sunshine to come in. The sunshine fell right onto the door of th ...

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