A violent explosion tore through the silence of the laboratory.
Lin Mo felt an indescribable heat and impact force that violently lifted him away, and his back hit the cold instrument hard. Consciousness was like a torn piece of paper, quickly sinking into darkness amidst the dazzling firelight and piercing sirens. The last thing that came to mind was the strange blue light emitting from the extremely unstable nanocatalyst solution.
……
Pain!
A splitting headache!
It was as if there were countless steel needles pricking inside his skull.
Lin Mo opened his eyes with difficulty, and what he saw was not the familiar white walls of the hospital, but the antique agarwood-carved bed top, the brocade-woven curtains hung low, and the air was filled with a faint, indescribable scent of incense.
"Hiss—" He took a breath and tried to get up, but found that his body was extremely heavy and at the same time filled with a strange and majestic sense of power. This is not his body that is a little unhealthy due to being in the laboratory for a long time!
He sat up suddenly and looked around. This is a rather spacious ancient bedroom, with rosewood tables and chairs, exquisite porcelain, and a ferocious picture of a tiger descending from the mountain hanging on the wall. The sun shines through the carved wooden window lattice, casting mottled light and shadow on the ground.
Where is this? Filming a costume drama? Wrong!
