The cold steel breath mixed with the thick smell of engine oil pressed heavily on Shen Mo's nose. He raised his head, and the light from his helmet pierced the huge shadow above the maintenance workshop. At this moment——
Buzz! Zhila!
A creepy metallic groan came from above! Silence suddenly raised his head, his pupils shrank suddenly! A load-bearing steel beam as thick as a python, with a group of rivets fixed at one end shooting out dazzling sparks! The rivets tore apart and flew apart! The steel beam roared with destruction and crashed down on him!
In the last frame before his consciousness was swallowed by darkness, he clearly saw Lin Yu's pale lips slightly parted, silently shouting his name.
Bang--! The world shatters.
……
Pain. The sharp pain that penetrated into the bone marrow pulled Silence out of the chaos. He struggled to open his eyelids.
Low, dilapidated, blackened thatched roof. The smell of musty, dust, and rotting plants mixed in the turbid air. The ground beneath me was cold and hard, covered only by a thin layer of damp, rancid-smelling straw.
"Are you awake?" A hoarse old voice sounded from the corner.
Silence circulated. In the dim light, huddled up was an old man who was so thin that only his rugged skeleton remained.
"Who are you? Where is this?"
The old man's cloudy eyes rolled, and his voice sounded like a broken bellows: "In the third year of Duanping... At the gate of the King of Hell's Palace... I'm just trying to save my life."
Three years of peace? 1236? The late Southern Song Dynasty?
The sense of absurdity strikes at reason.
