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Nightmares from the Open Plain
Somewhere in the Northeast plains of China.
24:00
"Get a move on boys! Don't wanna miss it for the whole world!"
"Aye aye doc! Won't let you down!"
They dug the ground up with all their might – from the worker, to the scientists, men in semi-formal suits and even the man who looks like their leaders. Dressed in a freakish manner, completely a Caucasian, the man is lumber jack height, with a weird koi carp moustache dropped to the chest in length and a half-bald fashion – the forehead up was shaved cleaned off, and the only hair remains in the back of his head and the sideburns. Unlike others who dig with shovels, he dug with an axe.
"Got it! I got it! I got it!" – screamed a worker, when his shovel hit something hard.
"Boss, I found it! Lies right here beneath all that work hours!" – said the worker.
"Good work, boy. Now step aside!" – said the leader in a cold and ruthless manner. As soon as the worker, a kid of age 15, was pushed aside, the man brought along his axe with him. It is no mean of an ordinary axe, but a medieval axe with long shaft and big blade.
"Soon, my ancestor, soon…" – said the man as he carried his axe with him.
"Is he always like that Mr. Manager?" – asked the boy to his manager. "I don't know, son. First time working with him. If it wasn't for the money that can feed us I don't think I'd ever need to work with him." – said the manager, a Chinese. They all moved along with the bald man as well.
The tunnel was dark, or dark is nothing but a slightly understated term for the lighting condition of the place. It is pitched black. One of the worker intended to light his flashlight into the tunnel.
"NO! YOU FOOLISH CREATURE!" – screamed the bald-headed man as he swung his axe and destroyed the flashlight. "Hey! What's your problem?" – complained the worker. Little did he know he just made a big mistake that will soon take his life away.
The man swung his axe across again, with a painfully sharp thrust into the wind. As soon as the manager of the excavating team look up, that worker was no longer with his head attached.
"WHAT ARE YOU? CRAZY? THAT'S MY MEN! HE IS NOT YOURS TO TAKE THE LIFE OFF OF!" – screamed the manager in agony. He soon felt a sharp pain penetrated his neck. As he stick his tongue out of his mouth in a grave horror, he looked down and see the axe's tip half way through his throat.
"Actually, I am not Mr. Yugosilichovak, Mr. Cheng. I am not a Caucasian either." – He spoke again, in his cold tone, with the axe still in Mr. Cheng's neck. "I am, in fact, a descendent of the Wanyan clan who had vowed to rule the world!" – said him as he laughed his lung out in a horrible evil laughing tone!
He approach what looks to be like a table, and place his golden ring on top. "Soon, my ancestor's demons shall rise again, and the world, not Song Dynasty, shall enjoy another miserable Hell like that year of Jing Kang that history did not forget! HAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" – He laughed as the table grew bright. Mr. Cheng, who seems to understand what is going on, with his life departing him, died with his eyes wide open, when blood is still dripping down his neck, to the blade of the axe. Soon, everything grows blurry….
