There Is No Sheep's-Eye Soup in Qinghai

Militia captain Zhao Tiezhu transmigrates to ancient times through a twist of fate, all for the sake of his village's peace and quiet, and begins a long, down-to-earth journey of cultivation...

How it began:

On the first day Chen Qing, a volunteer teacher, arrived at the village school, she found a drawing on her dorm room desk: a bloodshot yellow eye.

Before the previous teacher, Su Mei, disappeared, she had filled her lesson plan book with drawings of the same eyes.

Late at night, a nursery rhyme drifted in through Chen Qing's window: "The crescent moon shines on the grave, the teacher carries the coffin, don't look back..."

She pulled back the curtain and saw her students carrying an empty coffin in circles around the playground.

When Chen Qing found Su Mei's desperate plea for help in an exercise book, the village chief brought her a steaming bowl of lamb soup.

"Drink it, and you'll be able to see Teacher Su."

A bloodshot yellow eyeball floated in the soup.

(This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental.)