In the autumnal equinox of the south of the Yangtze River, the setting sun in September, and it still feels a little desolate in the evening. In the suburbs of Mòchi City, the road leading from the Four Hundred Streets to Taipingmen was on the road. At this time, pedestrians were already missing, but they saw the treetops swaying, the breeze was blowing, and the silence of thousands of miles was extremely quiet. Suddenly, geese from the distance were startled, and cars and horses were neighing. In a moment, cars and horses came, and cars and horses were instigated very quickly. The corners of the animal's mouths had spewed out of thick white sacs. It was obvious that they had rushed over the long road.