Kowloon Tree

Chen Nuo is dead. To be precise, his body died in a rental house in the old town of Ou Sheng. His soul crossed a scalding barrier and woke up again in the body of a young man. My father spoke very little and would go out late at night without explaining his reasons. On the streets of Tinde City, an ordinary person could punch through a five-finger-thick wooden board with one punch - and then be taken away calmly by the uniform team. It took Arnold half a month to string these things together. But before that, a heavy rain came unexpectedly. ——This is not a time-travel story. This is a story about cost.