There was a buzz in his skull and his temples were pounding. Lin Yang struggled to open his eyelids - the bookshelf in the provincial library did not appear, and the incandescent lamp hanging in mid-air cast mottled shadows on the peeling wall. The narrow room has green painted walls and New Year pictures on them, and an enamel jar with red background and white words "Serve the People". A car bell sounded outside the window, calling for the gas tank to be changed. Was it the 1980s? Time travel with golden finger hardcore tomb robbing system binding. The true dragon's bloodline merged with the scalding heat and exploded, and the pain of soul reshaping seeped out from the bone marrow. The reckoning of this journey begins with the recognition of this new body.
