My name is Lin Zhao. I have been in this world for three days and will be beheaded in seven days.
The charge was treason. The reason was that I made a sketch of adding a Wangshan mount to the crossbows of the city defenders.
The cell boss said I was a madman, and the inmates said I was a fool.
I don't care, because I know something even crazier - in nine days, King Beishuo's wolf flag will appear outside the city, and no one in this city will survive.
I looked at the blood-red moon outside the iron window, and I only had one thought in my mind: I have to get out of here first.
Then, make this city mine.
