On his first day after transmigrating, Li Yan wakes up on a chopping board.
The water in the pot is boiling, and a refugee’s knife is at his throat.
“Such tender meat. Let’s boil him!”
Three minutes later, two refugees are sprawled on the ground, and Li Yan is running into the mountains with half a flatbread tucked away.
He knows this is the late Tang Dynasty, an age when people eat one another.
He also knows he has a brain.
He uses gunpowder to drive off bandits and modern knowledge to win people over.
When Zhao Da kneels, his eyes redden. “I’ve followed seven or eight bosses in my life. You’re the first to tell the truth.”
Liu Si wipes his blade and stares at him. “Gao Pian’s steward talked like that too.”
Li Yan gazes at the wisp of smoke in the distance and suddenly laughs.
There are officials among the bandits.
The torch disappears.
But it doesn’t matter.
He tightens his grip on his knife. “Let’s see who runs first, and who deserves to die.”
