You can't blame society for your bad luck, or the government for your hard life. And once you've transmigrated, you can't blame the heavens either. No matter how many times you curse them, it won't do any good.
Wu Xie always thought he was at least a legendary second-generation rich kid in Hangzhou. But the moment he gripped the design plans for the Yang-style Lei Ancient Tower and stepped into a lair where the undead had settled, not even his grandfather, Wu Laogou, let alone the Jade Emperor himself, could protect him.
Headfirst, upside down: just like that, he completed a transmigration straight out of the romance novels and TV dramas that had flooded the market. Fortunately, he hadn't been turned from a woman into a man (what?) or from a man into a woman (why?). He'd landed in his original body, in a secluded hideaway deep in the mountains. But he was clearly out of his depth and couldn't keep up with the female lead's wildly jumping train of thought. Faced with the unfamiliar yet strangely familiar Xie Ziyang, dressed in a plain robe with long hair, Wu Xie's mind went blank. He turned and ran out of the tall, stilted building, only to find a great army bearing down on him (not really). In glorious array, they'd all come looking for a man named Qi Yu, who was supposedly a dead ringer for him. Only then did Wu Xie admit that, just like all those lovestruck young women, he'd transmigrated... But transmigration was one thing. Why did it have to start with his life on the line...
The old rule, keep the catch first and read the article later~