Siheyuan: One Blow to the Back of the Head, and I Transmigrated

He has transmigrated. Li Angzhi wakes up with the back of his head still aching as police officer Yang Weimin gives him a ride on his bicycle through Nanluoguxiang. “You’ll be living in that courtyard from now on.” Yi Zhonghai comes out to greet him in front of the gray-brick Siheyuan. Inside, a black-and-white portrait stands at the center of the room, and a middle-aged man stares straight at him.