When he opened his eyes, he was on the death row where he was about to be beheaded.
A mechanical voice sounded in my mind: [The Ming Dynasty National Games System has been activated, the balance of the National Games: -100 years, and the countdown to destruction has begun.
Looking at the fierce-looking Jin Yiwei and the cold-faced officials on the execution stage, I silently opened the system mall.
The last bit of national fortune was exchanged for a modern "tear gas" formula.
The moment the executioner raised the butcher's knife, I put the formula into the hand of the executioner and laughed in a low voice:
"Sir, don't you want to see how the sky in this capital changes color?"
