Severe pain was like rusty gears twisting in the bones.
Cheng Xu opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was a low, dim roof made of withered yellow thatch and black wood.
The air mixed with the faint musty smell of vegetation and soil rushed into his nose, irritating him and causing him to cough, which made his chest and head hurt even more.
"I... Where are you?" He subconsciously wanted to sit up, but his body felt as heavy as lead. Every part of his body was sore, as if he had just finished a fatal marathon or was running barefoot on a gravel road.
Unfamiliar memory fragments were stuffed into my mind like inferior pop-up ads: a remote village called "Black Mountain Tribe", a young man who made a living by collecting herbs, a poor but relatively stable life, and then... There were fires soaring into the sky, miserable screams, and a few blurry figures falling from the sky and looking down indifferently.
The family was "accidentally" wiped out not long ago.
