When Li Mo woke up, the first thing he felt was a biting chill.
He opened his eyes with difficulty, and his vision was a blur of dark red. Consciousness is like being immersed in cold river water, slowly rising to the surface little by little. He remembered that he was clearly in the rare book library of the library, studying the newly unearthed bamboo slips from the Warring States Period - the ink was so blurred that it was difficult to read, but he could still identify a few key words: "Changping", "Zhao", and "Not recorded in history".
Then there was a severe headache, as if something had squeezed into his brain. My vision went dark, and when I woke up again, it was at this moment.
"General! The general is awake!"
A rough voice sounded next to him, with a thick dialect accent. Li Mo reluctantly turned his head and saw a middle-aged man wearing shabby leather armor and a bloody face kneeling beside him with tears in his eyes.
