>My stomach tightened violently, and the sour and smelly filth splashed on the dirty black straw mat. The thick smoke of inferior grease, the stench of horse manure, the sweet musty smell of sweat and rotten wood twisted into a dirty rope and tightened my throat.
>The graduate student who died suddenly in the library one second, and the next second his soul was stuffed into this broken carriage that was about to fall apart, and became the king of the Tang Dynasty in the Southern Ming Dynasty
