In 1916, the earth was in dire straits during World War I. In addition to the brutal war on the bright side, there are also intrigues and intrigues on the dark side. Crisis is like a hunting snake, it always comes so unprepared.
The freezing cold temperature of the Neva River surrounded him. His eager hands wanted to break through the ice, but he was blinded by the blood mixed with water emanating from him.
On the last day of that year, his body was fished out of the river, embalmed and transported elsewhere.
I don't know whether it was because of his strong desire to survive or for some other reason. On the way to transportation, his bloodshot eyes opened again, and at the same time, everyone in charge of transportation happened to close their eyes at the same time.
When they opened their eyes, the corpse suddenly broke through the restraints, and what everyone saw was a piece of flesh covered in rags, scattered and exposed, running around. People quickly took out their pistols and hit the man several times, and the man fell to the ground again.
Several people were stunned for a moment, then ran over to check the situation, only to find that there was only a blood-stained rag left on the ground.
This man perished with the last dynasty.
About a century later, a bloody meteor descended on the land of China in the east.
Intention: Mortals cannot escape the clutches of fate, so just keep walking along with that little bit of light.
