Chronicles of the Late Han Dynasty: Assisting Xuande in Establishing the Country

The biting cold rain mixed with the smell of earth hit Zhang Yue hard on the face. He opened his eyes suddenly and coughed violently, every breath carrying a tearing pain. What is in front of me is not the familiar ceiling of the rental house, nor the flashing instruments in the laboratory, but a dim and fuzzy scene - a low and dilapidated thatched roof, a few blackened wooden beams crumbling, and the air is filled with an indescribable musty smell and... The smell of blood.