C811 Ship Spirit
While he was half awake, it was as if someone was singing softly in his ear. The melody was sad and deep, making people think of their hometown and their family.
Chen Xing looked at the darkness in front of him. His gaze seemed to have traveled through endless time and arrived at a dilapidated building.
It was a factory dormitory built in the 70s and 80s. The outer skin had already fallen off
