On a hot summer day, Taibai Village is deserted. I ride a yellow horse and carry an iron box, sitting alone in a corner eating meat and waiting for letters. Three men and women with ferocious faces came in from the door. The leader's big head was dazzling, and behind him was a thin bamboo pole holding an iron claw, and there was a woman in green with scars on her face. The blade of the sword in the Water Margin world licks blood, these three people are probably coming for my box.
