It was like the shadow of a tree, grayish and indistinct. The branches were lush and the limbs split from the trunk about one-third of the way up, supporting a semi-circular canopy.,Liu Lao Da's forehead was battered, blood blurring his vision. He could vaguely see Lu Ye approaching him and scrambled away in fear: "Spare my life! My brothers didn't know it was you coming. We thought it was someone else... Spare my life!",By the faint light, I saw the miner's face and blurted out, "Lu Ye"。