Hao Yunlai was delivering his last takeout order in a heavy rain, but was struck by lightning and entered the anti-Japanese battlefield in 1937. Smoke filled the air, his arms and limbs were broken, and he lay slumped on the scorched earth in a bright yellow takeout suit. His mobile phone only had 15% battery left.
>"Damn it... Where were the takeaways delivered in 1937?!"
>Footsteps approached from behind the ruins - three soldiers covered in blood pointed their guns at him: "Japanese spies?"
>At the critical moment of life and death, he raised his mobile phone and the flash light suddenly flashed: "Brother, add WeChat?"
>That night in the ruined temple, while he was telling "The Ring" to scare his teammates, the rotten wooden door suddenly creaked.
>The moment the cold wind blew in, he caught a glimpse of the body of his teammate that had just been buried half an hour ago lying on the ground outside the door.
