The Mountain God Takes a Bride

Mountain God Takes a Bride

By the time Zhang Sanxian stepped into the town, the sun was already setting, and evening was close at hand.

Leaning on his blind cane at the town entrance, his sunken eye sockets "swept" across the surroundings. With a single "glance," he "took in" most of the town.

This nameless little town was surrounded by patchwork fields, with a river splitting it neatly in two.

The northern district was smaller, accounting for only a fifth of the whole town.

Judging by the size of the estates and courtyards, it was likely inhabited by wealthy households and local gentry.

Accordingly, the southern district was much larger.

But all its houses were dilapidated and cramped, and those living there were poor commoners.

Within this "commoner" district, there were only a handful of shops selling goods, while inns and restaurants were nowhere to be found.

The thousand-odd residents had all shut their doors early and remained indoors.

As Zhang Sanxian walked along the empty streets, he occasionally encountered two or three passersby.

Yet none had any intention of greeting him. Every one of them kept their heads lowered and hurried away.

Only one person, after casting Zhang Sanxian a wary glance as he passed, shook his head and sighed.

"A blind man, ending up in a place like this... what a cursed fate~"

Who knew what exactly the man was lamenting.

In any case, the entire town was steeped in a stifling atmosphere, though the reason for it was unknown.

Zhang Sanxian paid it no mind. He found an elderly man living alone and used silver to open the way, securing himself a place to stay.

"Young man, you gave this old fellow so much money—"

In the pitch-black room, the short, skinny old man held a broken