The night was dark and dark, with dark clouds covering the sky. The drizzle came and went, and the fire flickered. This intersection of light and shadow and rainy night inexplicably reminds people of sacrifice and death.

The old militiaman Chihuaco stood at the height of the Cloud Snake's rear village, leading the Dark Snake with a dark face. The two watched silently, watching those familiar and vague figures walking through the rope-board cableway connecting the two villages. The two could not hear any sound, only saw those familiar figures holding weapons, disappearing for a while and then reappearing

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