My head hurts, what's going on...
Qian Cangyi slowly opened his eyes, his vision was blurry, like it was covered with a layer of fog that wouldn't disperse. He shook his head to clear his mind a bit, then looked around again. At this moment, the mist before his eyes dissipated slightly, allowing him to see normally.
He glanced around and found himself lying in an enclosed room, with no windows, and a closed wooden door directly in front of him. The entire room was about 10 square meters. Behind him was a red wooden chair with a backrest, and scattered bloodstains were on the floor around the chair. In the corners of the room, the flames of three white candles flickered slightly. At this point, the candles were already half burned, and melted white wax had accumulated around them, resembling tree tumors.
Qian Cangyi propped himself up with his hands, though his body was quickly recovering, the pain all over made him involuntarily take a deep breath.
"Hiss..."
