oots and bark, this is the tradition of our night watchmen, in the past, in the present, in the future. It still is.instructor Hong paused, opened his eyes and looked out of the window and said slowly...etely obscured the red moon, the deep darkness like a silent creepy beast, quietly devouring everything in the world.at the end of the night, a crimson silhouette sat on top of the futon, rising slowl...