Although the night was quiet, his mind was tormented by a fire of uncertainty.
Heralding from a poor family, his parents were both peasants. At the age of seven, he started his life as a shepherd. He took the family name Li; his name was Li Qiye because he cried for seven days and seven nights after birth. 1
Today, he was performing his daily task; however, during the evening dawn’s approach, he noticed that he was missing his leading sheep. Filled with worries, he rushed back to the mountain range to search for it. After what was seemingly comparable to scouring the entire mountain range, he still could not find even a shadow of the sheep.
Thinking about the missing sheep and its evil owner, Zhang Dahu, Li Qiye feared for the worst in his heart.
Suddenly, Li Qiye thought of one place. There was only one place that he didn’t search, the Immortal Demon Grotto!
As he looked toward the Immortal Demon Grotto in front of him, the mountain range in the dark night resembled a fierce beast from the Ancient Desolate Era with its mouth gaping, hungering for human flesh. Hearing the wolves’ howls reverberating from side to side, he couldn’t help but shiver in fear.
The Immortal Demon Grotto was considered a cursed place in the surrounding area. Legend has it that an evil demon exists there, who instantly consumed any trespasser. No one had ever made it out of the cave alive.
At this moment, the sounds of Zhang Dahu’s whips reverberated in Li Qiye’s ears. If he truly lost the sheep, then Zhang Dahu would definitely whip his flesh into tatters.
Having reached this point, Li Qiye grinded his teeth and approached the cave as his body disappeared in the night.
“Aaaaaaaahhhhh…”
The night screeched sadly along with the young boy’s scream.
Li Qiye’s horrified voice once again rang:
“You, you, what is your intention? … Ahh…”