My lungs are about to explode.
Seriously, I'm not kidding, it's the kind of throbbing pain, and every breath I take is like swallowing a knife. The two legs are no longer my own, and they are thrown forward by a sense of inertia.
My name is Liu Xiu.
I didn't call it this before I traveled through time, so what was my name? It seems that my surname is Li, an office worker who squeezes into the subway every day. Now, in this ghost dynasty called "Daxin", my name is Liu Xiu.
In ordinary times, this name would be highly auspicious and bring with it the aura of destiny. But now, this name is the talisman that kills me.
Because the emperor who established "Daxin" was called Wang Mang.
What's even worse is that according to the remaining memory fragments in my mind that came out of nowhere, this Wang Mang is also a time traveler.
A time traveler emperor wants to kill another time traveler who will kill him later. Which goddamn screenwriter wrote this script? Come out and I promise not to beat you to death.
"Over there! Don't let him get away!"
