"The sky is dim, the earth is heavy, the sun and moon have no light. In desolate villages and wild graves, white bones appear, old crows fly in fright as ghosts laugh, people are in disorder, unable to foresee their fate. A jug of old wine is enough for this remnants of life..."
On a rugged mountain road, a line of ox carts creaked as they moved forward. The driver warily watched the dense and deep forests around them, his eyes full of terror.
Beside him, an old man and a young man were riding on horseback.
The young man gripped his sharp sword tightly, observing the surroundings, while the old man was holding a jug of wine, drinking and humming some garbled Daoist tunes.
"Master, please stop drinking!"
The young swordsman was somewhat annoyed, "We're escorting grain to the Li Family's Workshop. If something goes wrong, how will we make a living!"
The old man chuckled,
