The moment the door opened, Lin Moyang froze.
He hadn't imagined finding a band of fierce, vicious bandits standing outside his door. Instead, there was a figure draped in plastic sheeting, sprawled out flat on his threshold.
In the dim light, Lin Moyang even spotted a bamboo rain hat that the person must have lost while tumbling down the steep slope, now lying off to one side. Lin Moyang placed the kerosene lamp on a wind-sheltered table and leaned the iron bar back against the corner of the wall.
Chapter 58