Headache.
It felt like someone was hitting his temple repeatedly with a hammer. When Lin Mo opened his eyes, his vision was filled with blurry double images.
He subconsciously wanted to rub his temples, but found that his hands were tied behind his back with rough hemp rope, making him unable to move.
What's going on?
Lin Mo struggled to sit up. In front of him was a dark and damp stone room, with water droplets seeping on the walls and a musty smell in the air. An oil lamp was lit in the corner, and the dim light barely illuminated the surroundings.
"Hey, are you awake?"
