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On a mountain path in Nanshui,
Gu Wen slowly rode an old donkey, halting every hundred steps and resting every thousand. It seemed leisurely and carefree, but in reality, the old donkey's pace shrank the land so that each step covered a hundred meters. Soon, they reached another town dozens of miles away.
He was going to buy wine for Chi Yu Zi, but he guessed it was no longer available.
The town was desolate, with many shadows of animals inside the houses. Pheasants, hares, and even wild boars had come down the mountain.
"Nobody's left, just like back then. Ten Thousand Demons rampaged for eight hundred years, leaving no one within a hundred miles each year; thus, eight hundred years meant eighty thousand miles."
Ao Tang looked around, somewhat sentimental.