sassinate the male protagonist’s father in order to pay for his medical bills.
But by the time he finished killing, this young man had died in the Kowloon Walled City’s black clinic.
Chen Jianan was greatly inspired and decided to pursue a job in finance.
Where the road is fiendishly crooked.”

Qiao Wen finally remembered, after he was reminded, that there was indeed such a minor supporting role, who had already vanished before the beginning of the story.

He didn’t care about the name because he was just a character who appeared in the memories of the villain, Chen Jianan.

It was originally just a fun text to read to pass the time, and this kind of vulgar plot is nothing out of the ordinary.

The boy had just described how he was suddenly moved by the villain’s friendship in the book.

There was even a southern character in his name because he happened to have a fat girl who could save his life.

Other people came in one by one to say hello, interrupting the two people’s small talk.

Before the sun rose, the group washed briefly, ate some dry food, and hit the road.
At noon, Qiao Wen dispatched them to the nearest highway and continued the unfinished desert journey alone.

Since Lin Nan’s absence, all of the adventures and journeys the two had planned together can only be completed by him.

This was his final stop on his desert adventure.
When it was finished, he would return to the worldly fireworks and live a good life, just as Lin Nan had hoped.

It’s just that the world is unexpectedly unpredictable.
Qiao Wen encountered a sandstorm about halfway through his desert journey.

The yellow sand swept across the sky, and he was quickly buried in it.
His breathing became increasingly difficult, and eventually, the entire person fell into deep darkness.

He was aware that he was going to die.

I just don’t know if I’ll be able to see Lin Nan after death.

“Awen! Awen! You wake up, don’t die!”

The eardrum was shook by a harsh howling, and the violent shaking of his body drew Qiao Wen back from suffocation.

A fishy heat jumped up from his throat, forcing him to cough heavily, then gasp and breathe hard, like a drowning person regaining air, and the feeling of suffocation was finally relieved.

“Awen, you…you’re not dead?”

Qiao Wen struggled to open his eyes, and a strange young man with tears in his eyes appeared, holding his shoulder and shaking violently.
He finally knew why, like seasickness, he dared to be shaken violently by the child.

He took two deep breaths, eased a little, and then said, dumbly, “Hao Tsai, are you a ghost?”

Hao Tsai?

Qiao Wen was stunned.
He not only blurted out the name of the strange boy, but he also clearly spoke Cantonese.

Just as he was about to lose his mind, he was hit by a memory that didn’t belong to him, and the tide flooded his mind.

After a brief moment, he looked around incredulously.

The room is dimly lit.
He deems himself to be aware, but he has never seen such a simple and dilapidated house in his life.

The yellow wall, a small window with broken glass, a few tables and chairs in the house that haven’t even been painted, and a few black pottery pots that boil medicine on the table, with a mixture of various medicines exuding throughout the room 

The strong odor on the table next to it, an old seated fan was creaking.

Darkness, damp, sweltering heat, filth…

The memory that had just come up told him that this is a clinic, a black clinic in Hong Kong City’s Kowloon Walled City in the 1970s.

When he saw him waking up, Hao Tsai finally let go of the hands that were holding his shoulders swaying wildly, wiped his eyes, and screamed excitedly: “Uncle Hua! Come on, Awen, woke up!” he said.

As soon as he landed, a thin old man in his 50s and 60s lifted the curtain and entered from the outside.

This man was born with a round nose and small eyes, a long beard, and a melon hat popular in the Republic of China.
Unlike a doctor, he resembled a fortune teller with a stall under an overpass.

He walked over in disbelief, opened his hand to lift Qiao Wen’s, frowned and took a closer look, then grabbed his wrist and glared at his soya-bean eyes as he pulsed, and clicked his tongue unbelievably:

“It’s strange, right now.
He obviously stopped his heartbeat and how do you come back to life after having breathed out?”

Turning his wails into sobs Hao Tsai sobbed sporadically.
“Uncle Hua, you just said that Awen is gone, I almost died in fright,” 

Qiao Wen was sitting on this small wooden frame bed beneath him, allowed the elderly Chinese doctor to exercise insights and inquiries on himself while silently digesting the new memories he had just gained in his head and sorted out the present situation.

Obviously, he was caught in a sandstorm in the desert, but why did he arrive to this strange place as soon as he opened his eyes?

Fortunately, he had just finished reading “The Great Man of the Seventies.” on the web, so he was able to swiftly deduce that, due to metaphysical power, he who was supposed to die in the sandstorm but was reborn in the world of this novel instead.

In the novel, he became the cannon fodder of the same name, as well as the kind brother of the huge villain Chen Jianan, who belched early.

This universe is the Hong Kong City in the early 1970s, which is referred to as Kowloon Walled City in the book, it was equivalent to the real world where it was also chaotic and prosperous Hong Kong in the 1970s.

In his head, he explored the timeline.

He remembered that when Chen Jianan died, the author wrote a substantial book about his previous mental voyage.
The most painful memory was the death of his grown-up brother Qiao Wen.

In this universe, Qiao Wen has been sickly since he was a child and he was diagnosed with a terrible sickness when he was 18 years old.

For several days, he lay in the Kowloon Walled City’s broken clinic.
Hospitalization is an option.
However, because they were both impoverished Kowloon Walled City youngsters at the time, neither of them could afford to go to the main hospital.

Chen Jianan agreed to a murder mission from the society’s boss in order to raise funds for Qiao Wen’s treatment.
The father of the protagonist, Lin Zihui, was the target of the assassination.

This was his first murder, and it went smoothly.
However, the teenager laying on the dirty crib of the black clinic was already cold and hard when he received the money and raced back to prepare to transport Qiao Wen to the foreign hospital.

That was the darkest point in Chen Jianan ‘s life; since then, he has pledged to make a lot of money and has begun on a path of no return of the evil villain, which has become the source of his future tragic conclusion.

If I’m not mistaken, today is the anniversary of Qiao Wen’s death and a turning point in Chen Canan’s life.

Combining the situation in which Hao Tsai had just grasped the original body and shook the soul and howled like a wolf, couple with the reaction of the old Chinese doctor Uncle Hua, Qiao Wen should have died in this world, but because his spirit entered, this body came back to life.

He became the Qiao Wen in the book.

But, in any circumstances, he who died in the desert was reborn as someone else in another universe.

He promised Lin Nan that he would live well, that even if he entered an alternate world as long as his identity, and his physique, is there then it was always better to be able to exist.

点击屏幕以使用高级工具 提示:您可以使用左右键盘键在章节之间浏览。

You'll Also Like