It was getting dark, like a big black cloth falling slowly, blocking the last bit of sunset light.
The mountain wind whistled through the woods, and the sound was like a ghost crying quietly, which sent chills down one's spine.
On the border of the Jokhang Dynasty, there is a particularly remote mountain village. This village is not famous. At this time, the whole village was enveloped in a strange silence.
Ning Chengzhen, a young Taoist priest wearing torn Taoist robes, was following his master to the village. His master was an unshaven old Taoist priest with drunken eyes.
"Master, let me tell you, this place feels really evil!" Ning Chengzhen lowered his voice and said close to Master's ear.
The old Taoist priest burped and replied vaguely: "Xie? As long as you have wine to drink, that's fine!"
Ning Chengzhen felt helpless after hearing this and rolled his eyes.
