Chapter 15: Where the Duke of Thunder Resides_3

However, the troubles caused by this matter had not erupted by the time he crossed over.

Naturally, he knew nothing about it.

Because he knew nothing, he miscalculated the ruthlessness of the Netherworld.

He simply wanted to catch a couple of carp.

But what bit the hook were a school of piranhas.

....

Amid the endless desert, a lone plume of smoke rises; the Long River Sunset is round.

This is a land abandoned.

Under the blood-red afterglow of the setting sun, in a narrow canyon, stands a dilapidated village on the battered, sandy ground.

This is a tribe named 'Sheep,' much like the tenacious saxaul, deeply rooted in the most remote reaches of the Mogao Desert.

It's hard to imagine how such a frail tribe like 'Sheep' could have existed so long in such harsh conditions.

A small girl, black and skinny as iron, wearing a woolen robe and with hair like dry grass, is carefully making her way back to the camp, carrying a basket bigger than she is on her back.