It seems that we have reached the town in the underworld. Standing on the top of the mountain, we can see the tile houses on the first floor. They are almost the same as the ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River. Maoli is holding the wound on his left arm, and the cold voice on his forehead is like rain. Now he is tottering towards the town.

about two minutes later, Maoli finally came to the entrance of the town. In front of him, a huge stone tablet marked the name of the town.

"Jimin town?" Maoli read it out in a low voice, and then smiled....