His eyelids were forcibly opened, and what he saw was the scorching sun and human figures covered with blood and flesh everywhere.
The intestines of the brother who was missing half of his leg were dragging on the ground and no one cared about him.
My shoulder was penetrated and the blood hadn't dried yet.
A little girl of twelve or thirteen years old squatted beside the bed and asked me to wait for the Taoist priest.
Taoist priest? Have I traveled through time or is the mass grave a fake corpse?
