The mountains are all ink-colored.

The ancient Buddha's head was stolen by a monster with a human body and a sheep's head. 
The Ghost buried an eye in the Buddha's temple, and from then on, the world's fire was extinguished, and darkness engulfed the continent.
To combat the Ghost' invasion, the gods of day and night were born between heaven and earth.
This is a narrative passed down for generations by storytellers.
What was the true nature of the ancient Buddha, the Ghost, and the wandering gods of day and night on the once great continent?
Perhaps, traces can be found in a troupe named 'Zhou Family Troupe.'
The Zhou Family Troupe,
is a troupe that performs operas specifically for the dead...

Wandering Gods of Day and Night

"What progress has been made in human experiments later," Zhou Xuan asked as he touched his kidneys, still within his body, and unexpectedly felt a strange sense of security.


"They went mad, that Great Divine Man turned from a fake madman into a real one, shouting 'Well! Well! Well!' every time he saw someone. Sometimes, if the servant girls and porters nearby were inattentive, he'd seize the opportunity to escape, rushing to the outhouse door, yelling 'Well! Well! Well!' as he jumped into the latrine."


"Serves him right!" Zhou Xuan vented his frustration sarcastically.


"Later, no one was steadfast in unraveling the mystery of the Blood Well, but the exploration of it never stopped. Some intensely curious and extremely intelligent individuals, through in-depth research of the Blood Well, slowly came to know why all seven boys and girls went mad."


Zhou Xuan perked up his ears, keenly listening to something concerning his future mental state.


Chapter 38 Drawing