The night was dark and windy; it was already the deep of the night.
The massive Ruins City gradually sank into silence, while in a stone alley at the South Ruins, two samurai sat around a bonfire, drinking and chatting.
"Brother Zhang, when do you think this job of ours will end?"
A young samurai huddled his head, complaining to his older companion sitting opposite him, "I haven't been home for several days, and I'm afraid my old mother at home is worried."
Saying this, he turned his head to look at the pitch-black hole beside him, the depression on his face was obvious.
For several days, the young samurai had been guarding this large hole that was recently excavated.
This job, in terms of hardship, certainly wasn't considered tough.
There's food and drink, and there's no need to work to exhaustion.
But now that the weather's turned cold, the alley has nothing but excavated dirt and stones, without any shelter, it's quite uncomfortable at night.
