The blood moon soaked through the small border town, and Li Zhaoxuan stood on the city wall with a rusty knife in his hand - three days ago he was a centurion of the Zhenbei Army, but now he was accused of collaborating with the enemy because he refused to massacre the city, and was demoted to the front line as a living target.
Outside the city, thousands of rotten-skinned beasts were pulling at the broken wall. Inside the city, the plague spread along the well water, and the people were covered in ulcers and howling.
He bit his fingertip open and blood dripped on the fishing rod - this was the "fishing system" that suddenly awakened when he was about to die, reminding him that "the blood moon is the guide, and luck can be used to fish."
The first pole was thrown into the herd of disaster beasts, and a jade sign to avoid the epidemic was caught, and the rotten poison was dissipated upon contact with the body; the second pole was plunged into the corpse mountain of Yizhuang, and the book "Nine Turns of Burning Heaven" was pulled out, and red flames rose from the whole body and burned through the beasts; the third pole was just thrown into the air, and a blood-stained figure fell into his arms - "Centurion, save me!" It was the princess of Chu who was pretending to be a refugee. The red mole at the end of her eye was burning under the blood moon, which made people panic.
"I used to protect my family and my country, but now..." Li Zhaoxuan crushed the blood beads on the fishing rod, "Even in this apocalyptic world, I should be the one to fish!"
