Travel Through Time with the System and Become a County Captain

At night, the ink is steaming and the atmosphere is fierce. That blackness is not ordinary black. At any rate, the ordinary night has the light of the stars and the moon, the warm yellow of other people's lights in the distance, and the dim light of fireflies flickering in the grass. The black here is solid, a piece of thick cotton soaked in ink, wrapped up from all sides, pressing on the eyelids, so heavy that it makes no difference whether the eyes are open or closed. Xue Chong felt as if his head had been stuffed into a boiling oil pan. My temples were beating hard, and my eardrums were vibrating with each beat. The blood rushed through the blood vessels, rushed to the top of the skull and was pushed back by the bones. The whole skull was like a balloon filled with water, ready to explode at any time. His eyelids were frighteningly hot. He tried to open them, but everything in his vision was a double image - no, not a double image, the whole world was shaking and spinning, as if someone had picked him up with the ground under his feet, turned him left and right, and then dropped him heavily. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.