宝莲灯1

Uncle Erlang squints all three eyes and frowns. He points his spear at my stomach.

Then he advances toward me along the narrow path carved into the side of the cliff.

I back away from him and the path becomes even narrower.

Uncle Erlang jabs the spear at my stomach! I swing my stone axe.

Our weapons clash against each other with a loud clang. I lose my balance.

My left foot hangs over nothingness. I swing my axe into the mountainside.