"Hiss——"
Ye Zhao took a deep breath. The ragged clothes on his body could not withstand the chill of late autumn.
He was like a shrimp, huddled next to the garbage pile that was piled like a hill. His fingers were so thin that they were all skinny and red from the cold, but they were still turning over the trash mechanically.
Oops, an indescribable strange smell rushed up to his head, making him almost vomit.
There was no way, this was his daily life - rummaging through the garbage dumps in the human pariah area of God's Domain, looking for rags that might be exchanged for a few copper coins.
"Oh my God, I just traveled through time. Why did you throw me into such a ghost place!" Ye Zhao cursed secretly in his heart.
