There is an old saying that success goes to one's head, and Fatty was a prime example of this truth.
Humming a tune all the way, he skipped along until he reached a narrow, moss-covered tunnel. Even with his flashlight on, the light was extremely dim, allowing him only to vaguely make out the path ahead and the irregular stone walls around him.
After walking for a short distance, the tunnel grew narrower and the stone walls smoother. It looked just like the unfinished spirit path outside, yet this gave him a strong sense of dissonance.
Chapter 55