The salty smell of blood rushed into my nose, and I opened my eyes suddenly.
The cold bluestone hurt my knees, and the hall was dark, with only a few oil lamps dancing dimly in the corners. I knelt on the ground, my hands were covered with something sticky - when I looked down, it was blood. Not my blood.
Memories of my body flooded in, and that familiar dizzy feeling made my stomach churn. Three days ago, I was engulfed by this dizziness. At that time, I had just returned from working overtime at the company. I was walking on the overpass when the back of my head suddenly hurt and I fell forward. The last thing I saw was a pair of sneakers standing in front of me, and a cold "Zhao Gao, someone is buying your life."
Zhao Gao.
I traveled through time and became Zhao Gao.
And it was the most fatal time - when Qin Shihuang had just died. The corpse was lying on the low couch in front of me. The dragon robe was still stained with the remains of the elixir. His face was gray and there was a trace of black blood at the corner of his mouth. There was no one else in the hall, only me, this cold corpse, and the blood on my hands.
"Ding."
A metallic sound suddenly exploded in my head, and my whole body shook like an electric shock.
[It is detected that the host is dead, the remaining luck is 0%, and the time-travel binding is completed]
[System starting...]
[The protagonist's backlash system has been activated]
