"Get up! If you don't want to die, run away!"
A roar came from behind. Lin Mu suddenly pushed his body up, knocking his knees against the stone, and he grimaced in pain. He looked up and looked around - surrounded by low hills and overgrown trees, the outline of the city wall could be vaguely seen in the distance. Yingtianfu, the capital of the early Ming Dynasty.
He lowered his head and looked at himself: he was dressed in coarse brown cloth, with a shabby money bag tied around his waist, and his hands were covered in mud and blood. This is not his body, it belongs to that unlucky guy named Chen San.
"I've traveled through time." Lin Mu murmured.
