I was sitting on the sofa watching a fictional historical drama. On the deserted river beach on the screen, the "page king" named Gong Xi stabbed himself with a horizontal sword, his brows furrowed as if he was wringing his hands. The barrage flew up: "The page king is really a hero!" But I pouted at the screen: "You have been forced to do this, but you still insist on it, why don't you cross the river and start over again? You have to save face and suffer, this character is too twisted!"
As soon as I finished complaining, a white light suddenly flashed from the ceiling, and my head buzzed like being hit by a heavy hammer. When he opened his eyes again, the salty wind filled his nose with the smell of rust. His body was covered with cold and hard armor, and his hands were heavy. When he lowered his head, he saw that it was a long sword glowing with blue light. There was a "corpse" lying crookedly at his feet, and noisy shouts of killing could be heard in the distance. I turned around in confusion and saw the muddy yellow river water churning not far away, with jagged rocks on the shore. It was not a place I was familiar with at all!
