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 road conditions seemed familiar, but he couldn't recall where it was.


At this moment, Zhou Xuan was gripping the steering wheel and heard the sound of a night watchman's gong outside the car.


One slow and three quick beats, signaling the fourth watch.


The sound of the gong made Zhou Xuan feel a bit anxious. As the car moved forward, he could hear the night watchman's gong every few hundred meters.


Zhou Xuan even suspected he was stuck in a ghostly maze, thinking the car was moving forward when in fact, he was going in circles.


It wasn't until he saw a sign of a clothing store beside him that he realized it was the "West Market Clothing."


He had heard of "West Market," the largest market in Taiping West Road. Despite its size, it was rather quiet.


After all, Taiping West Road was a famous shanty town.


Chapter 43: Thirty Years in Photographs