I was on the verge of death at the beginning, with a diseased bone. When I woke up, I was transported to a troubled world with no system space and no amazing powers.
There is only a piece of familiar jade in his hand, and a modern disease that is incompatible with him.
I was coughing blood, and the last piece of bread was taken away by the refugees.
At this time, smoke and dust were billowing in the distance, and the legendary army of the God of Death was marching towards here.
The refugees fled in all directions, but I stood there, swallowing the smell of blood in my throat.
The imperial jade seal they are looking for - isn't it engraved deep in the texture of my residual jade?
