Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 254

The door behind them was suddenly knocked open, and four soldiers entered, each armed with a
sword. They were all wearing ancient Chinese battle armour and brown leather sandals. “Hand over the sword!”
commanded one of the soldiers in a stern tone.
Bang! At the far corner of the chamber, another set of doors burst opened, and in came an
unarmed man dressed in a white robe with black trim. The soldier in command looked at this man who was full of
hatred in his eyes, and placed his right hand on his sword. The man in a white robe immediately raced towards the
coffin, grabbed the sword and drew it out of the sheath. “You again, General Wu,” snarled