When I Was Stabbed at the Beginning, I Lay Flat on My Back

Lin Feng woke up in an unfamiliar alley with a splitting headache and no memory. The stench lingered around him, and his coarse cloth robe was stained, as if he had fallen out of a costume drama. He suspected that he had traveled through time - until the girl's shrill cry for help came from the alley. The gangster approached with a knife, dressed in ancient costume, and the blade was glaring with cold light. Reason screamed to escape, but his legs rushed forward uncontrollably. The sword flashed, and severe pain tore through his consciousness. In the pool of blood, he heard the last ridicule: "Flower!" When he opened his eyes again, a young man with a wooden sword at his waist was kicking him in disgust: "Idiot, don't move!" What was even more ridiculous was that what he saw when he lowered his head was a strange, young body...