In the deepest part of the underground palace, the darkness is like extremely sticky ink, swallowing up everything.
I don't know how long it took, but suddenly there was a faint light, like a knife, cutting through this long period of silence.
Yang Ji's eyelids trembled, and it took a lot of effort to open his eyes.
At first glance, they were all filled with pitted stone walls, and the air was filled with the smell of rotten wood and dust, which made him cough.
"Where am I?"
He tried to sit up, but found that his arms and legs were tied tightly with thick and heavy chains.
The cold iron chains strangled him painfully, and the muscles on his body became stiff and numb because they had been tied for so long.
My head was buzzing, and a lot of messy pictures were spinning around in my head like a revolving lantern.
There are fighting scenes, there is blood everywhere, and there are many blurry faces. I feel like I want to grab something, but I can't.
"Who am I? Who... Who am I?" Yang Ji felt so uncomfortable that he held his head, trying to remember the past.
But those memories are like pieces of broken glass that cannot be put back together no matter how hard you try.
"Ding! The Revenge Assistant is online and will serve you wholeheartedly!"
Such a voice suddenly appeared, like a bolt of lightning, suddenly splitting Yang Ji's confused thoughts. At this moment, a barrage that only he could see appeared with a mean tone:
