1960, Siheyuan, I Will Be the King of Hell

I was pushed down a well on a rainy night, and my emotional harvesting system was awakened when I was about to die - the more the beasts in the hospital hate me, the stronger I become. Silly pillar's fist? A bench broke his right leg. Yi Zhonghai's moral kidnapping? They stripped him of his pension money in public. Qin Huairu wants to suck blood? There is no door, so get away with your swill. From a third-level fitter in a steel rolling mill to a black market emperor and a business tycoon, I, Chen Feng, only believe in one thing in my life: don't make a fuss if you can do it, and don't hold back if you can kill someone. Beasts, get ready - your despair is my nourishment. And the real culprit who pushed me down the well is still hiding in the dark. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.