Rebirth 1975: Starti

As he spoke, the old man's voice grew softer and softer until finally, he closed his eyes.,What caught the eye was a row of beams, very old-fashioned. There were no ceilings, just exposed beams blackened by smoke and ash. On top, you could still clearly see webs of various sizes.,As for those men, some standing and others squatting, they all had furrowed brows and remained silent!。