Qiao Wen was a natural adventurer in his bones, in the process of saving himself, Lin Nan died. After his death, he went to many dangerous places by himself. So he didn’t feel anxious about coming to this strange world suddenly.

Uncle Hua checked his pulse and made sure he came back to life. Although he was surprised, he was relieved: “The pulse is smooth and stabilized a lot. I will cook some more medicine for you. Haozi, you give some hot water to Awen after that buy some chicken porridge and let him eat quickly to renew his life.”

Haozi gave a ‘hum’, hurriedly poured a cup of warm water, and brought it to Qiao Wen’s lip.

It was not known whether he was born incapable of taking care of others or just frightened. Rather than saying he was feeding water to Qiao Wen, it was more appropriate to say he was busy wetting his clothes, soon a large part of his cloth damped. However, Qiao Wen had no strength, so he could only endure his clumsy feeding.

Water was indeed the source of life.

After drinking half a cup of water, Qiao Wen felt that this weak body was a lot more comfortable.

Seeing that he had drunk so much water, Haozi almost wiped his eyes with tears of joy, sobbing and getting up to go out to buy hot porridge.

But before he could leave the bedside, Qiao Wen’s pale-weak right hand, which was as thin as a chicken’s claw, grabbed him: “Wait!”

He had no idea how weak this body was. Such an infinitesimal movement almost made him catch his breath, and his mere voice was also breathless.

“What’s wrong, Awen?” Haozi asked worriedly. “You have been in bed for several days and have eaten nothing. I will buy some porridge to fill your stomach.”

It turned out he hadn’t eaten for a few days. No wonder the original body died. Even if it wasn’t for illness, it would be from hunger.

He breathed hardly twice and asked, “Where’s Brother Nan?”

Haozi said: “Uncle Hua said that you have to move to the foreign hospital outside because of your illness. We don’t have enough money. So Brother Nan went to raise money for your medicine.”

Qiao Wen inherited the memory of the original body and also read most of the original text, so he still remembered the plot.

The young man in front of him was ‘Haozi’, named Chen Xiaohao. He was a Chen Jianan cousin and grew up together with him and also his future confidant. He was neither courageous nor capable, but he was always by his side.

Hearing his answer, he knew that he had guessed right. For the sake of raising medical expenses for this original body, Chen Jianan went to kill people . But Haozi did not know about this and thought he was just raising money in a normal way.

With the memory of the original body, he knew what kind of person the original sick seed Qiao Wen was.

Although he was born in a Kowloon Walled City slum where fish and dragons mingle, Qiao Wen has a kind nature and has always been very opposed to the Chan Jianan mixed society. In his memory, although Chen Jianan was impulsive and reckless and often used to brawl, he was not a wicked child. On the contrary, he was an upright and kind of chivalrous person.

If this sick and weak boy who was no longer there knew, that his brother Nan was going to kill people to make money for himself, and would eventually take a darker and darker path from then on, and ultimately be shot to death at a very young age, then he must be very sad, right?

Qiao Wen thought to himself since he borrowed his body to be reborn, he should do something for him.

According to the theory of the butterfly effect, his arrival brought Qiao Wen, who had died today, to life. It should also be possible for other fates to be changed from now on.

Moreover, he had always believed that his own destiny was in his own hands.

It’s just that this body was really too bad at the moment, let alone trying to stop Chen Jianan. He was afraid that it would be difficult to get out of this black clinic.

He had to eat something to replenish his energy.

He let go of Haozi’s hand and said, “Buy two portions, and come back quickly.”

Haozi followed his cousin to take care of Qiao Wen every day. At first, Awen could eat some food, but in the past two days, he couldn’t even drink water. Uncle Hua said that ‘when people stopped drinking water, there is no way to cure’. So, let them rush to the foreign hospital, maybe he could be saved.

However, the foreign hospitals were expensive, and money had to be paid in advance. There was no way for them to have that much money, so his cousin said he would definitely get the money tonight and asked him to take good care of Awen. A few minutes before, he was almost scared to death when he saw him run out of breath.

Although he didn’t know how Awen came back from the dead, it was good to be alive.

He wondered how things were going with his cousin?

After crying a lot, Haozi rubbed his head in confusion and went out in a daze.

Qiao Wen closed his eyes and sat at the bedside waiting for life-saving food.

Haozi was not good at taking care of others, but he was pretty good at running errands. Within a few minutes, he returned with two steaming bowls of porridge: “Awen, eat quickly. Uncle Hua said, as long as you can eat, you’ll be fine.”

Qiao Wen’s resurrection from death made the seventeen-year-old boy full of enthusiasm, and he couldn’t wait to fill Qiao Wen with these two bowls of porridge in one go.

Having eaten half of the bowl, he regained some spirit and could no longer stand this bratty kid. With a shaky hand, he held a small bowl, and this weak hand was almost broken-down to do their own food and clothing.

He didn’t feel any discomfort in his body. Perhaps because of his arrival, the original illness disappeared inexplicably, leaving him with tangible weakness and severe hunger.

He couldn’t even taste how the chicken porridge tasted, he was just desperate to fill his empty stomach. Two bowls of porridge were eaten cleanly, and finally, he barely felt full.

Finally, his pale and frail face adorned with a faint layer of red, and the original colorless black eyes also brightened a little.

In short, it was certain that he returned from the underworld to the living world and became a big living person.

Although Haozi wasn’t smart, he was quite observant. He grew up with Qiao Wen, let alone sick time even on decent days he looked sick, like a glass man. It seemed a touch would shatter him to pieces and return to the west at any moment. He still looked weak, but the expression in his eyes was completely different from usual.

Haozi couldn’t tell the difference. He stared at him with wide eyes, racked his brains, and finally pulled out a word from his ignorant mind that freaked him out. He sat on the floor with a thud and howled: “Awen, you are not ‘return back to the light’, are you?”

(‘Return back to the light’ -Some people were obviously seriously ill, but suddenly their spirits improved and their appetite increased as if the disease had been cured, but the patient passed away soon after.)

Qiao Wen: “…” The book does not deceive me, this kid is really not very smart.

Before he could answer, Uncle Hua had walked in and slapped Haozi’s head: “Bad boy, wailing again!” He glanced at the two clean lunch boxes next to him and said, “If you can eat, it means you’re okay, don’t scare yourself.”

Haozi finally stopped crying again and stood up while sniffling.

After two bowls of porridge, Qiao Wen finally had the energy to consider reality again.

He looked around, and his gaze fell on the old wall clock on the dark yellow wall. The pointer on it was pointing at five o’clock in the afternoon.

It was written in the book that the day Lin Zihui’s father died, the father and son had late evening tea, and Chen Jianan would not start until 7 or 8 in the evening.

He still had some time.

Thinking of this, he had gotten out of bed.

Upon seeing this, Haozi hurried forward to help him and said in a panic: “Awen, what are you going to do? Just tell me what you want. You just woke up, so lay down and rest well.”

The moment he stepped on the ground, Qiao Wen only felt that his legs were completely out of control and weak, but fortunately, Haozi supported him.

He gasped for a moment and finally calmed down.

He knew that the original body had just returned from the ghost door, but this body… was too weak.

Qiao Wen grew up with a healthy body and developed athletic ability. Now he got such a skin bag, he was really not used to it for a while.

However, he also knew that this situation should be due to lying on the bed for a long time.

After sitting on the edge of the bed to calm down for a while, Qiao Wen tried to get up again. Although it was still a little strenuous, he could barely move freely.

Seeing that he was going to leave, Haozi helped him anxiously: “Awen, don’t move around. If something happens again, my brother will kill me when he comes back.”

Qiao Wen smiled lightly at him and said: “I’m fine, but it’s really uncomfortable to lie down for a long time, so I have to go out and move a little.”

Uncle Hua’s voice sounded from outside: “Yes, it is time to move around, which allows blood to flow, it is beneficial to the body’s recovery.”

Hearing this, Haozi, no longer entangled, nodded: “Okay, I’ll accompany you.”

Qiao Wen didn’t refuse. With his support, he lifted the cloth curtain of the inner room and sauntered out. Uncle Hua, who was sitting behind the table on the outside, was giving a pulse to the haggard old woman. Hearing the movement of the two, he raised his eyes and instructed: “Come back early to drink medicine.”

“Okay, Uncle Hua.”

He continued to walk outside, passing by a mirror in the house, he subconsciously looked up and was taken aback by the sight in front of him.

The original body in the book only exists in Chen Jianan’s memory, and almost there was no positive description, except he was a sick seedling that grew up in a medicine jar. As for what he looked like, it was completely unknown.

The mirror had a rough surface for some years, but Qiao Wen still sees the original appearance clearly. Although he looked sickly and had a thin body, he still saw the declining beauty in his features. He had long eyebrows, dark eyes dangled in a pool, the bridge of the nose was tall and straight, and the thin lips had a natural upturned curve. It was a standard look of a handsome man with a strong wind and a weak willow.

Qiao Wen sighed in his heart, and with the help of Haozi, he walked out of the not-so-large gate of Uncle Hua Clinic.

Along with a putrid stench and the pounding humid heat, Qiao Wen’s eyes fell on the narrow and dilapidated tenement buildings, as well as staggering dirty narrow alleys.

At this time, it was still a bright day, but the densely packed buildings and scattered power lines blocked most of the light, making it a dark place where the sun could not be seen.

The Kowloon Walled City, where Chen Jianan and Qiao Wen grew up, was the most famous slum in Hong Kong before the 1990s.

A legendary sin city nestled in the heart of the city.