The Strange Things of the Republic of China

​My name is Lu Chen. Nowadays, people in the streets and alleys say that I have extraordinary abilities, and that I am the "Great Immortal from China" who has not been born in Kinmen for a hundred years. Just listen and don't take it seriously. When I was fifteen years old, I didn't even have money to repair the holes in the soles of my shoes. I wore a patched and torn cotton-padded jacket and squatted at the foot of the old Drum Tower in Tianjin to suffer from the cold. How could I understand the Zhouyi gossip at that time? My ability to survive is all due to a pair of strange eyes that can see through people's hearts and destiny, as well as my business slickness that I gained from being beaten in the quagmire. Until that winter when heavy snow closed the door, my seriously ill grandfather froze to death on the broken earth kang in Lanni Bay. In order to buy a pine coffin, I took over the life of Lin Zhen, the old head of Xiangxintang, my master, the old smoker, for five pieces of ocean, and stepped half-foot into this road of death. ​The eight gates of Jianghu are gold, leather, color, hanging, commenting, tuan, tiao and willow. Kinmen eats the secret food and suffers the five deadly sins. Old smokers often say that people with too bright eyes will not live long in troubled times. But I don't believe in this evil. When the gunfire rings out, no matter how advanced your martial arts skills are, you can still be knocked down with one shot, and no matter how good your mystical skills are, you can't withstand machine gun fire. Shen Qingzhu, who was carrying the evil knife in the dock, and I relied on half a life, a backbone, and ancient rules passed down for thousands of years to forcibly find a way to survive in the gap between foreign devils and evil spirits. [This book is all fiction]