different from the prosperous mortal country, before the children's day, every family in Nanxiang Valley had closed their doors and turned off their lights. The noise in the streets and lanes in the daytime seemed never to appear at this moment. The cold night wind shuttles between the streets and pavilions, whistling with a call sign, like the cry of the same fierce ghost, which is difficult to explain the gloom and terror.

the tall iron Valley gate is like a giant beast crawling in the key area of Nanxiang valley. There are several monks with sharp weapons on each side of the tower and the wall. The sharp blade...