C510 Neuropathy

Midnight.

Zhang Yaoqiang was lying on the brick bed, sleeping soundly.

Suddenly, a cold wind entered the room. Pa! A resounding slap to the ear, and a light came on in front of his eyes.

Zhang Yaoqiang suddenly sat up and rubbed his eyes to look. He found a slim and graceful beautiful woman standing in front of him. In her arms was a strange memorial tablet with curving words written on it