Chen Ya climbed out of the mud with difficulty, and the dark mud slowly slipped from his body.
He wiped his face vigorously, trying to wake himself up.
But he couldn't remember anything. He remembered that he was in a rented house a few months ago, almost running out of food and ammunition, and then he slept here.
In the vague memory, there seemed to be someone stabbing him in the back. There were a few people around him looking at him expressionlessly. The strange thing was that he didn't ask for help at that time, but stretched out his hand to hold a copper coin tightly.
He touched his chest and forehead. He couldn't believe the facts in front of him.
He, Chen Ya, is dead! ! !
Yes, he was dead, no heartbeat, no feeling.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
