Kongming Mountain is like a day all year round, with heavy rain all year round, cold and humid, and shrouded in clouds and mist. The mountain is full of green bamboo forests. Whenever the wind blows, the tens of thousands of acres of bamboo forests will make a groaning sound that seems to come from nowhere.
My name is Mu Lin, and I am a tribesman from Kongming Mountain. My family has been in existence for thousands of years, and my face has not changed over the years. I have a black iron umbrella behind my back, and I wear black clothes and have my hair braided. Because of the constant heavy rain in Kongming Mountain, my tribe members are cold-tempered and unfriendly.
And he is the only light in my lonely years for thousands of years
Intention: Shining light into the abyss is sinful, but not leaving is salvation