There was an old man with messy hair and a jar of wine lying on the ground at the door of the house. It seemed that he had almost finished drinking. He muttered in his mouth, "The fifth, tenth, fifteenth," and then he suddenly woke up when he counted to eighteen.
"I'm done. I still have three days." The weird old man suddenly stood up, went into the room, and took out a small package.
Just when the strange old man was about to close the door and leave the mountain, he heard a sudden call from the mountain. "Yellow waves, are you dead? If you don't, come out!" He heard three cries in a row, getting more and more urgent.
The weird old man was so excited when he heard the voice. After waiting for so many years, the voice finally came. The weird old man shouted, "Sister Ling, I am still at
