C42 Dream of the Lamp(2)

The mountains were stacked so high that not a village could be seen, not a field of rice could be seen, like some drunken old man leaning against one another, sleeping for millions of years, and never dreaming of waking them up. No one dared to penetrate into their hearts, and even the most adventurous hunter would only come to their feet, chasing after the goats, wild boars