The cold rainwater, mixed with rust and rancid smell, was hitting Chen Ming's face drop by drop.
His consciousness seemed to be struggling to rise from the bottom of the sea 10,000 meters deep. His eardrums were filled with a chaotic hum, first a biting cold, and then a tearing pain. The pain came from his chest. A penetrating blood hole was gushing out with warm blood, making the swollen rotten wooden board beneath him even more slippery.
"Cough... Cough!"
Chen Ming arched his body suddenly, and a mouthful of phlegm mixed with blood clots spurted out of his throat and splashed on the dirty mud floor. His vision changed from blurry to clear. The first thing that caught his eye were the crooked wooden houses on both sides of the narrow alley. The walls were swollen and peeled off by the rain, revealing the blackened wood stubble inside. Above his head were criss-crossed clotheslines with tattered pieces of linen hanging, cutting the lead-gray sky into pieces.
