Tonight, the moon shines brightly and the stars recede.
On the desolate mass graves, bones were scattered and phosphorus fire flickered. The rich Yin Qi almost condensed into substance and slowly flowed among the tombs.
In this dead place, a figure is standing with a strange posture. He raised his arms high and faced the sky, as if worshiping the cold full moon. The bright moonlight poured down like running water, turning into strands of silver threads and slowly blending into his stiff body.
Under the moonlight, his blue-black skin glowed strangely.
"Others who travel through time are either princes, generals or ministers, or they return to their youth. On the other hand, I just became an immortal monster."
Gu Yan cursed secretly in his heart. He tried to move his fingers, but his nails were as sharp as knives, shining coldly in the moonlight. He wanted to speak, but all he could make was a hoarse sound from his throat. Two sharp fangs poked out from between his lips, reminding him of the fact that he was no longer human.
This body is as stiff as wood and cannot bend, so it can only jump forward. If it weren't for the missing Qing Dynasty official uniform, he would look exactly like the zombie image in his memory.
