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

Zhou Xuan stomped his boot against the shepherd's chest and asked, "You know how to turn people into sheep!"


"Still denying?" Zhou Xuan exchanged a glance with Si Ming.


Si Ming's hand dipped slightly, and between the fingers of his right hand, an eyeball glistened.


The shepherd groped at his hollow right eye socket with his left hand, then broke into agonized screams.


"If you're not honest, I'll start ripping the pieces off you one by one."


Si Ming tossed the eyeball into the stable.


The horse bent its head, sniffing noisily at the foreign object on the ground before inhaling sharply, sucking the eyeball into its mouth and chewing in greedy gulps.


Watching his eyeball being devoured, the shepherd screamed anew, pleading desperately, "I... I know how to turn people into sheep! I'm a veterinarian!"


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