The midsummer sun was scorching, and Wu Sansheng led the team on a trek through the valley. Wu Xie gasped and asked how far it was. Pan Zi handed the kettle to the young man carrying the ancient sword, but the young man didn't even look at it. After walking for two hours, an old house with blue bricks and black tiles appeared in front of me. The door creaked open, and Geng Hao sat in the yard and counted with his fingers - he had traveled to the world of tomb robbers for many years, and he had been living in seclusion in the mountains after receiving the true biography of Uncle Nine. Today, he figured it was time for him to leave the mountain.
What about twenty-one to twenty-four?