The paper was due next week, but I failed to hang myself on a coal mountain and became the Chongzhen Emperor with only seventy days left to live. The strangulation mark on his neck was still burning, and he was holding in his hand the iron plate he had just dug out - engraved with the same strange bird pattern as the one on the head of the Jin Yiwei. What secret did the original owner of this body discover before he hanged himself? Around him, the old eunuch's eyes blurred with tears, and the seemingly loyal commander of the Jin Yiwei had a new scar on the back of his neck, and his sword was tied with a battlefield slip knot that could draw the sword at any time. Under the Long Case, I came across a dusty map of secret passages in the capital. An option suddenly popped up in front of me: Leave tonight, the success rate is 65%... It was an eighteenth level of hell at the beginning, but the first shovel I touched, even if the handle was cracked, I had to use it to carve out a way out.
