Tyrant Qin: Tamper of Time and Space

The unfamiliar burlap was stained with blood, and the thin body was like a discarded and dilapidated puppet. Every breath involved the broken ribs. The fragments of memories that flooded into his mind were like a flood - the original owner was a lowly craftsman with no father or mother. Because he refused to make private weapons for the overseer, his legs were broken alive and left here to die. "This is... The Qin Dynasty?" Lin Che struggled to hold up his upper body and looked at the majestic outline of the palace wall in the distance. The word Xianyang exploded in his heart like thunder. As a graduate student in the history department, he knows better than anyone else the glory and destruction of this era - the old Qin Dynasty swept across Liuhe, but died in the second generation, and ultimately became a flash in the pan in the long history.