"Well..."
Ren Weiwei woke up from the cold.
The biting cold penetrated into the seams of the bones along the thin fabric, and the strong smell of blood and rot lingered in the tip of her nose. She opened her eyes suddenly, and what she saw was the gray sky and dense graves.
Where is this?
Didn't she stay up late at home reading novels and suddenly fainted from a heart attack?
Before she could clear her thoughts, a memory that didn't belong to her suddenly rushed into her mind - she had traveled through a book, into an ancient bloody novel called "The Prince of War's Palm", and became Ren Weiwei, the cannon fodder female supporting character with the same name and surname in the book, who met a miserable end.
The original owner was the concubine of the general's palace. She was obsessed with the God of War, King Jing Wei Jue. In order to marry him, she would do anything to marry him, even drugging the heroine. Finally, the unbearable Wei Jue ordered her to be thrown into a mass grave, where she died of cold and starvation, and became the food of wild dogs.
And now, it is the day that the original owner was thrown into a mass grave.
"Damn!" Ren Weiwei cursed, what kind of hell is this?
