In the last days of famine, my wife Su He and I are the guardians of the only miracle in the world - the "Prayer Tree". We have made an iron rule: a person can only take it once in his life.
We are canonized as saints by selflessly baking for everyone.
But they don't know that every bud that can be turned into food is sucking their lives. And we are the "shepherds" chosen by this "taotie tree".
Until the rules are broken and a man who is supposed to be dead plucks the second bud.
The real rules of the ancient tree came to my mind: [Rule 4: Shepherd, welcome to be the new sacrifice.
