Taking the warehouse

In August, bonfires blazed on the waterfront. Several large ships were docked there, and trucks, like industrious bees, ferried cargo from the vast warehouses to the vessels.,"Oh! There's a ghost, run!" The first to notice the anomaly, he bolted in the opposite direction with an agility that belied his portly physique.,"I'm actually the grandpa!" Fang Xing excitedly raised his thin right hand, wanting to take a bite and see if he was dreaming.。