When Zhou Ergou woke up, he found his whole body in pain. He had no idea how long he had been lying there, only remembering that when he passed out, dust filled the air, making it impossible to see anything else.
Now, the surroundings had returned to silence, the dust had settled, and Zhou Ergou could clearly see the dried blood on the ground in front of his face.
It was the traces of nosebleed and blood seeping from his ears due to the shock, not much, but shocking to behold.
Fortunately, the weather here wasn't cold; if he were in the north, lying in the ruins like this, he'd probably freeze to death. Although it was nearly February, the nighttime temperatures were still very cold.
Zhou Ergou persisted in getting up from the ground. He was lucky to hear the sound he made himself, which proved that at least he hadn't gone deaf.
The dust from his body fell to the ground as Zhou Ergou saw a rifle nearby, and a long-dead body beside him.
