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

The living dead clearly lack intelligence; aside from their obsession, they hardly possess any thoughts, and communication is quite strenuous.


    They can't even see the road clearly,


    and can only rely on the evil spirits' instinct,


    deceiving the old hunter to guide them.


    Now, to conduct such simple communication with Zhou Xuan, they still rely on the old hunter.


    "How could Mr. Dai not be dead?" Zhou Xuan couldn't help but ponder.


    He personally witnessed Mr. Dai being devoured by over a hundred One-eyed Villagers, his skeleton picked clean, even the surface of the bones was reflective, and flies would slip off them!


    How tough must this old motherfucker's life be!


    "You guys aren't trying to deceive me with your words, are you?"


    The seven kneeling individuals vigorously shook their heads, the bones in their necks creaking loudly, shaking off a heap of maggots from their rotting flesh.


Chapter 42 Spiritual, Finding People