He struggled hard to lift his head, or at least to turn it.
But soon, a dark shadow on the ground enveloped him.
Just as Chen Yan turned his neck, he felt a hand grab his hair, lift his head, and smash it to the ground.
Bang!
This time, he really passed out.
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When Chen Yan woke up again, it was dark in front of him. A piece of black cloth, or maybe a hood, was over his head? Chen Yan quickly evaluated in his mind.
Under his body, there was a dense prickling sensation, possibly thrown onto a pile of grass or branches?
The air seemed slightly warmer, but just a bit. It was still cold, but that pervasive cold and damp feeling was gone, and the wind was gone too.
So, am I indoors?
Yes, definitely indoors, because he could smell a strong, foul odor.
Like a warehouse in a leather shop with goods stored for too long, the stench made Chen Yan feel nauseous.
His hands and feet were bound with something unknown, but he tried to struggle and found it useless.
