Wuchang County, a suburb, a deserted Houtu temple.

The biting cold wind, mixed with flakes of goose feathers and heavy snow, blew down the battered walls into the temple.

"Shhh It's cold. ”

Excited by this cold air, Yang Qi, who was asleep, subconsciously shivered and woke up quietly.

When he opened his eyes and looked around, Yang Qi was stunned for a moment.

The walls are made of adobe bricks, tattered, and the roof tiles are scattered and leaking. He lay on the cold hay, snowflakes falling on his chest, wetting his clothes.

Who am I? Where am I?

Yang Qi's mind was like paste, and he ......

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