Ye Han felt that he had failed in his life.
It was quite a complete defeat.
One second he was in the rental house, cooking hot pot and watching TV dramas. The next second he felt someone hit him hard on the back of his head. His vision went dark. When he opened his eyes again, it was as if a hundred people were stuffed inside his head and the live broadcast was going on at the same time. It was buzzing non-stop.
"Ding - Congratulations to the host for binding the 'Counterattack System' and detecting the current world: the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty. The identity of the host: a branch of the clan, Ye Han. The current situation: danger level S, survival rate 1%."
Ye Han almost vomited when such a line of words came into his mind.
