I opened my eyes, my head throbbing as if it were about to split open. The aftereffect of that bottle of Maotai last night was really something else; even the ceiling had turned into antique wooden beams.
"This hotel has a pretty retro decor..." I muttered as I sat up, and then I froze.
This was not a hotel. I was lying on a hard wooden bed, covered with a coarse cloth quilt. Outside the window came the sound of birds chirping and... horse hooves?
Chapter 82