Jinguang: Almost Sold at the Beginning

The east bank of Qiongtai is leaning against the Cangyao Mountains, and misty haze cuts into the sky. Outside the door, the firs and pines are all strange, and the chickens and dogs are at ease in the clouds. "Bang!" In a dark cell, two men in black cloaks carried a man covered in blood and threw him into the cell like a rag. Only one of them complained. "How dare you run away? If it weren't for the fact that we're almost there, I really want to be thrown into the mountains to feed the wolves." "Okay, stop complaining." "Just throw this away. You can still sell it for some money when it's done. Throw it away when it dies." While talking, the two locked the cell door and walked out.