The Journey of an Ou

"Leaving my hometown, I carry my pack... Often dreaming of my beloved girl... Being far away, my heart is at home...",The menacing muzzle of the gun pointed straight at Jack's red, bloated nose. The old man immediately raised his hands in surrender.,“This is a rundown place, looking utterly impoverished. Well, I suppose it's to be expected in a desolate mountain town.”。