Lin Ye opened his eyes amid a violent jolt, and the strange smell of earth and blood lingered on the tip of his nose. He sat up suddenly, and what he saw was not the familiar ceiling of the rental house, but the dense woods and the looming wooden watchtower in the distance - the red swirl mark on the tower struck his cognition like a hammer.
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Don't want to give a cent
Baffling?
White writing like running water
On top of that, the pace is very fast, so fast that it gave me the feeling of reading a synopsis. The writing style is very hasty, and the plot is pushed forward crazily.