The Return of the Go

That same year, at the end of the year, one night, I vaguely remember being hit once. In a daze, someone injected my arm with something. Soon after, my breathing became extremely difficult, and eventually I was thrown into a dumpster.,Perhaps it was fate that spared me. Perhaps the King of Hell knew I wasn't at peace and didn't take my soul.,A few days later, he woke up and found himself in Hangzhou, a thousand miles away from Yancheng. His uncle was the one who saved him.。