No Road to Immortality

In the year of severe drought in southwestern Sichuan, the sun sank ten years old. The family ran out of food. My mother drank water from the pot, and my sister licked the bottom of the bowl. He climbed out of the window and left in the middle of the night, leaving a few crooked words on the wall of the stove: "Brothers and sisters, take good care of your parents. Wait for my brother to come back." At the same time, he left a piece of silver behind. He went to work as a medicine boy. They say they are drug boys, but they are actually testing drugs on living people. Out of ten, nine will never come back. In the ruined temple, he and a child named Shitou guarded each other, using the most crude methods and the most careful minds to survive. While others were waiting to die, they squatted in the backyard in the middle of the night to watch the reaction of an old hen and prepare an antidote in advance. He thought he could go home after three months. But after three months, no one let him go. Three years later, he was the only one left among the five medicine boys in the ruined temple. He walked out of the mountain with a medicine manual written under the wall, a lame medicine beast he picked up, and a nose that had been poisoned hundreds of times and became more and more effective. What he didn't know was that by leaving, he had entered a situation that was a hundred times bigger than the ruined temple. And in this game, no one is a good person.