The back of my neck felt chilly.
I opened my eyes in a daze, and the first thing that caught my eye was the bright blade, which was probably less than half a foot away from my throat. A pale and frightened face was reflected on the blade - that was my face.
What's going on?
I subconsciously wanted to move, but found that my hands and feet were tied tightly with thick hemp ropes, and I was kneeling on a dirt platform. The surrounding area was crowded with people, all dressed in ancient costumes. Their armors, official robes, and heads were exactly the same as those of the Tang Dynasty in the TV series.
"The demon star has come to the world, and the sky has undergone strange changes. This man must be killed!"
A majestic voice came down from above his head. I looked up with great effort and saw a man in a dragon robe sitting in the middle of the high platform. He was in his early thirties, with a square face and a broad forehead, and a pair of eyes so sharp that they could kill someone. He held a memorial in his hand and his face was ashen.
Demon star? Cut?
My brain exploded with a buzzing sound. The last memory I still have is that I was working overtime to revise PPT at three in the morning, and there was a sudden sharp pain in my chest, and then... And then here it is.
Traveled through time?
