I am Xiao Zhuanfeng, a little mountain patrolling demon at the bottom of Shituo Ridge. Every day, I carry a gong and a pheasant feather, shouting nonsense among the monsters that no one listens to.
Then, Sun Wukong beat me to death with a stick.
When I opened my eyes again, I was soaked in the water of Liangshanbo and covered with mud. A thin man named Shi Qian picked me up the mountain.
I thought I was entering a den of thieves, but I found that this place was ten thousand times better than Shituoling - there was white rice, a dry bed, someone taught me boxing, and someone called me "brother." Song Jiang said I was a good person, Wu Song said I was talented, and Lu Zhishen said I was a hero. It's not like they're lying to me when they say these things.
But Zhujiazhuang didn't give Liangshan face and said he wanted to go to war. Wu Yong asked me to explore the way. I dug into the ground, changed my face, and eavesdropped, and found that Luan Tingyu had set up a dragnet - iron caltrops, irrigation ditches, and fake granaries. Every step was a trap.
But I agreed to Song Jiang.
In Shituoling, I live to live. In Liangshan, I lived to repay - to repay that bowl of white rice, to repay that "brother", and to repay the days when I was treated as a human being.
The rain of arrows was denser than sorcery, and the sound of cannons made the ears bleed. I held the wooden stick taught by Lin Chong and squatted behind the shield. My legs were shaking, my hands were shaking, and my teeth were chattering.
But I didn't run.
I am Xiao Zhuanfeng, the 109th person from Liangshan. The king asked me to patrol the mountains - this time, I am patrolling the human world.
