A sharp stabbing pain came from the back of his head, pulling Li Mo's consciousness out of chaos.
He struggled to open his eyes.
There was an unfamiliar darkness in his sight.
The low beams were blackened by years of oil smoke and hung sticky above their heads.
There was a strong smell in the air, a mixture of grease, firewood, sweat, and the sour gas from fermented food, which hit the nose.
"Dong, dong, dong..."
There was a regular muffled sound coming from the side, which was the sound of a kitchen knife chopping on the chopping board.
