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Crackle.
The match flared brilliantly, lighting a cigarette.
Cha Xiaodao lay on a hairless donkey, gazing up at the sky.
Riding another donkey, Cao Yongchang had been brought to Cha Xiaodao's side by Flying Thunder, then returned to Li Yan's side; the two donkeys were bought for the sake of hastening their journey.
It was an overcast day, and night was fast approaching. The road featured oddly shaped rocks and wilderness overgrown with weeds. A gust of wind ushered in rolling fog, pushing against clumps of mud stuck with three sticks of incense, weighing down a stack of joss paper fluttering with the breeze. These kinds of graves were a common sight in the wilderness.
"Sigh!"
Cha Xiaodao, lying back on the donkey, tossed aside the matchstick and mumbled contentedly, "To have tobacco without fire is to fail to reach fruition. To have fire without tobacco is to fall short of being a deity."
