Sijiucheng, Siheyuan.
Cao Cao woke up from bed, and the smell of chicken soup filled the air.
Somewhat confused, Silly Zhu scratched his head, "Am I not dead? Where is this?"
One day when he was sixty-six years old, he lay on his hospital bed in Luoyang.
But now that I woke up, I saw a strange space.
"The host wakes up," a voice suddenly sounded in his mind, "When it is detected that the host has completely changed its destiny, Golden Finger will be awakened."
