An indescribable stench suddenly penetrated into the nasal cavity - it was the smell of rust after blood coagulated, the sour and rotten smell fermented by sweat, and the smell of death mixed with rotting matter deep in the soil.
Ling Feng opened his eyes suddenly, and the severe headache was like an iron awl, almost splitting his skull. His vision was blurred, and his ears were filled with the deafening sound of metal collisions, crazy shouts, and the miserable howl before death.
"I... Where am I?" He found himself lying in a muddy mess of blood, wearing a rough and tattered linen clothes soaked in dark red blood, and clutching a rusty knife with a gap in his hand.
Reader comments
The simulator is not perfect, the characters are not vivid and uncomfortable to look at.
The simulator is not perfect, the characters are not vivid and uncomfortable to look at.