I opened my eyes in a daze, and what I saw was a dazzling red curtain. My nose was full of the smell of inferior powder mixed with the greasy smell of wine and food. He sat up with his hands on his body and looked down. He was wearing a luxurious silk robe with a jade pendant of excellent quality hanging around his waist.
What's going on?
My last memory is still in front of the broken computer in the Internet cafe. That night I was watching historical videos, and happened to see the episode of Jingkang's Shame. The barrage was full of curses, and I typed a line: "If I can pass through, I must press the golden dog on the ground and rub it."
As soon as it was sent, the monitor went black.
And then there's this.
