Late at night, a desolate mountain.
The moon gazed indifferently at the mortal world, like a fox's eyes.
"Hey little friend, what are you doing wandering around Beimang Mountain alone so late at night?"
Under the bright moonlight, amidst the swaying shadows of trees, a six or seven-year-old boy sat on a tree stump, hugging a small backpack, in front of him stood a beautiful big sister.
"I'm lost."
The little boy pouted, hugging his backpack, looking very unhappy.
"Where are your parents? What's your name?"
"They don't care about me."
The little boy pouted even more, his dissatisfaction almost overflowing. After a slight pause, he finally looked up at the beautiful big sister.
"Sister, my name is Zhang Fan."
"Come, sister will take you down the mountain. It's dark, and there are unclean things in the mountains at night."
Said the beautiful sister, holding Zhang Fan's small hand.
"Unclean things? Ghosts?" Little Zhang Fan looked up at the beautiful sister and asked.
