"Woof woof! Awoo~~ awoo~~" [The bravest man in Jiang City is out again, wahahaha, you're all doomed, you're all gonna die!!]
60 kilometers outside the South Suburbs of Jiang City, there's a place called Zao Slope. Nestled by the mountains and water, trees line the roads, a small river winds down, and there's a sizable open field up ahead, with some wild fruit trees visible around.
This place isn't far from Su Qing's grandma's house. When he was young, there used to be a market and temple fair held here often, but as the number of villagers dwindled over time, the fairs stopped, and in recent years, it's become completely abandoned, making it an excellent spot for camping.
However, since not many people know about it, few come here, and being the third day of the holiday today, even fewer would be around.
At this moment, Da Huang is like a mad dog, running wild on the somewhat yellowed grass, venting its frustrations from the past few days.
