Guang Guang Ge opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was not the familiar ceiling of the rental house, but the dull and rough wooden beams with a few dry cobwebs hanging on them. There was a faint smell of mustiness and herbs in the air, which mixed together and made his stomach churn.
"Hiss..." He wanted to stand up, but found that his whole body was sore and weak, and his bones hurt as if they were falling apart at the slightest movement.
