C227 Ann Family

Chen Hao yanked two relatively clean pieces of cloth from the corpse and wiped away imaginary blood. He was quite the actor. Reflecting on his past, Chen Hao felt a pang of nostalgia; survival hadn't always been so complicated. He had wielded every weapon imaginable: a rusted hoe, stones pried from unknown places, deadly ancient wood, and hallucinogenic poisonous mists. Yet