A high-pitched voice came from above.
An old eunuch wearing a red official robe stood in front of him, holding a whisk in his hand and a sinister smile on his face.
"I will burn you as a sacrifice to heaven today. Your father is under the Nine Springs. It's time to rest in peace."
Shui Yiming's head exploded with a buzzing sound.
He looked down at himself - he was dressed in tattered white clothes, with the word "prison" embroidered on his chest.
The rain was dripping down the hem of his clothes, and his knees hurt terribly as he knelt on the gravel.
