Before opening his eyes, Fu Ling's brows furrowed. The first thing he noticed was his hands tied above his head. Given how raw his wrists felt, they must've been like this for a while.
And then came the cold and damp musty smell, then the very unpleasant smell of human or animal remains. He opened his eyes and looked around, barely being able to make out the shapes with the dim light coming from the hallway.
Looking down at the chains on both his feet, Fu Ling nearly cursed out loud.
[System, what is this?]
The system was already shaking in fear.
[I'm sorry host, you were supposed to transmigrate to the period where the male protagonist was not yet reborn, I don't know what happened]
The transfer process seemed to have been interrupted by something and now, the host wasn't in a favourable position at all. He was a convicted traitor and was only waiting to be sent to the capital for execution.
