The stone walls of Xianyang Tiandao were filled with cold air. I opened my eyes and touched a linen prison uniform. When Handan fell, he was captured and taken here. The date of Qiuhou's execution was engraved on the prison door. The mechanical sound system in the mind exploded and the fusion was completed, and a famous general template popped up in the novice gift package - after fusion, you can inherit the martial arts of any famous general in China for five thousand years. I clutched the golden icon floating in the void, my fingertips still feeling cold. The sound of chains mopping the floor came from the cell next door, and the guard's shift was approaching. This dead game seems to have a moveable piece.
