The wind carried a strong smell of blood from the northwest.
Lin Qingyue lay motionless among a pile of charred corpses.
Three frightened birds fluttered up from the dry woods ahead and soared into the sky.
There are living people to the northwest. There were many of them and they marched very fast.
The original memory of this body is still tumbling in my mind. Half an hour ago, the original owner, a female doctor accompanying the army, was shot by a stray arrow in the rebel army and died. When he opened his eyes again, the core had been replaced by Lin Qingyue, a modern special military doctor.
There was a deep scratch on the calf of his right leg, the skin and flesh were rolled over, and the blood had solidified.
Lin Qingyue reached out and grabbed a handful of black ash on the ground, and smeared it on her face, covering her originally fair skin.
