Master of the Heavens: Awakening the Ghost's Lair at the Beginning

Late at night, Yizhuang outside Lijia Village was shrouded in pale moonlight. Lin Mo huddled behind the rotting coffin board, his nose filled with the smell of moldy straw and the sour smell of solidified corpse oil. He covered his mouth and nose tightly and listened to his rapid heartbeat - the sound was so loud that it almost shattered his eardrums. "What the hell kind of time travel is this..." He stared at the blood marks on his palms scratched by the coffin nails and cursed secretly through gritted teeth. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.