Chapter 18 a hundred bulls

(one) The pace of a hundred male oxen. An era of rising friction. Red clouds hang down to the sky, the fiery red curtain is as tragic as blood. (two) horns raised, One hundred bulls, one hundred and ninety-nine horns. One hundred bulls raise one hundred and ninety-nine kinds of might. Stand up the Niujiaozhai Fort flying in the sky with red clouds, The trumpeter holds the broken horn And woo woo woo... Blood spilled as tragic. (three) The low-hanging testicles and scrotums of a hundred bulls project the earth. The low-hanging testicles and scrotums of a hundred bulls hang down the sky.

In the middle of the night, a hundred male hormones muttered and infiltrated the dirt. Blood spilled as tragic. 1986