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Have I got a tale to tell you! Lend me your ears for the story of Cheng Shi and Zhang Bapi. And, well, me. I’m in this too.

First, I have a question for you. Have you ever used a tool so much that you felt it was a part of you? Maybe a pen or a cellphone?

Well, that’s how Cheng Shi felt about his axe. What kind of a person feels like an axe is a part of him?

Some villain from a horror movie? No one I want to meet!

So, I hid every time Cheng Shi walked across the log bridge on my river.

I am no fool, I tell you. I’ve been alive for . . . well, how much is a hundred, plus give or take everyone’s lifetimes . . . let’s just say I’m OLD.