The dense night was silent in the woods, and occasionally a breeze would blow through, rustling the surrounding branches. Bathed in moonlight, the scene was eerie. On the ground of the forest lay a man dressed in black, already lifeless and quiet, with no one aware of what had happened.
When Wang Jianwen awoke from his unconsciousness once more, he found himself lying in the courtyard of the Thirteen Blood Generals Mansion.
The weather in March was still very cold, chilling him to the bone as he lay on the icy concrete, slowly coming to his senses from a stupor.
He felt a biting cold from head to toe, as though he had been soaked in a tub of cold water.
What happened to him? Where was he? Was he dead? Was this Hell? Many thoughts sprang up in Wang Jianwen's mind, a bizarre fear that deterred him from opening his eyes to look around.
Just then, a gruff voice sounded: "Stop pretending to be asleep, get up!"
Wang Jianwen's eyelids twitched, but he still did not open his eyes.
