Anecdotes About the Holy Mountain

Lin Hao stared at the question "Discussing the Innovation of Grassroots Governance in the New Era" on the test paper, and his eyes began to darken. It's not a metaphor, it's really dark. The writing is like ink dripping into water, spreading, spinning, and finally turning into a chaotic whirlpool. He felt like his soul was being sucked into the vortex, like the last strand of hair that refused to give in when the toilet was flushed. The young man's journey to another world includes martial arts, demonic ways, immortal ways... Overturning the chess game. "Master, tell me, does all this make sense?" "Disciple, do you think this wine tastes good to you?" "Delicious." "That's enough."