The butcher saw Mr. Tang entering the northern gate, and immediately, one voice in his head drove the livestock northward, while another voice didn't want to confront Mr. Tang head-on, leading to a fierce argument between them, with each hurling insults at the other's ancestors for eighteen generations.
"A scattering of sand, a bunch of lunatics." The Old Night Watchman sighed to himself, feeling ever more uneasy.
The night sky seemed to gradually freeze over, and the pervasive chill swept across the land, driving more and more townspeople to seek refuge in the Spirit Temple. Though the watchman wanted to stop them, nobody listened to him.
It was as if people had finally found the path to salvation, rushing to the Spirit Temple, one after another, desperately. At this rate, Zhemeng Town would soon be deserted.
