Poverty is Just a Word

Chen Mu stayed home an entire three days to recuperate. It was also his first time to cut a class at Eastern Wei Academy. The injury to his back was a small matter – the big problem was still his perception. It wasn't until the third evening that he felt some stirring with his perception. That both thrilled him and filled him with concern.

He still hadn't found out that there were wanted posters pasted in every corner of the city, on which a picture of his former self was conspicuous. In the declaration, he had been successfully transformed into an impoverished evil insanely murderous criminal, with four lives on his hands, who would kill women and children.

There hadn't been that sort of big news event for a long time in Eastern Shang-Wei City. Everyone felt insecure, such that parents wouldn't dare let their children go out by themselves.

At the top was posted a large bounty to get the attention of numerous card artisans.