The smell of blood was the first thing Zeng Daye felt when he regained consciousness.
It's not the smell of hospital disinfectant mixed with iodophor, but like when pigs are killed during the Chinese New Year in my hometown, the hot blood is splashed on the frozen soil, mixed with dust and the smell of some kind of rotting vegetation. It is greasy and has a wild smell.
He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were as heavy as glue, and there was a mess of noise in his ears. The tune was weird, as if he was listening to some kind of opera he had never heard before, but he was gritting his teeth fiercely.
"... The traitor has been killed, look for Young Master Ji Gai quickly!"
"The Prime Minister Zuo has an order: if you are alive, you must see the person, if you are dead, you must see the corpse!"
