The fourteenth year of Yuanhe was during the reign of Tang Xianzong, Luocheng County, Tianhe town.
This place was already relatively remote. Raindrops the size of wine glasses fell down like fireworks. Every household in the small town closed their doors and windows to shelter from the wind and rain. The forest not far away was hit by the wind and rain. The sound of the waves was like an army of thousands of horses. It was accompanied by the rumbling of the Thunder and rain, deafening.
No one walked on the Quiet Street. The door of the inn in the south had been hit by the heavy rain. The owner leaned against the table and began to doze off. He thought that no one would come today.
At this moment, three men rushed in. One of them said in a tender voice, “Who would have thought that there
