amaotonovel Chapter 1: Old Mo Travels Through the Courtyard
Chapter 1: Old Mo Travels Through the Courtyard
"Officer An, I have a favor to ask you. Next time you see my daughter, please tell her that her father is not a bad person."
After saying this, Lao Mo could no longer hold on, and his body slowly went limp.
Chen Jinmo, the top assassin in "The Storm," has thus come to an end. Like a fallen leaf in the wind, his life is both desolate and tragic.
He was unwilling to accept this; he still had someone he cared about. That person was his young daughter, Huang Yao.
He didn't know if Gao Qiqiang would let her go after his death, without his protection.
Old Mo is not afraid of death; his only belief in living is to take good care of and raise his daughter.
But he couldn't do it.
If God gave him another chance to choose, he would definitely choose to be a good person, raise his daughter well, and give her a happy childhood.
Unfortunately, he made the wrong choice.
His soul wandered aimlessly. He longed to shout to the sky, "God, please give me another chance! I promise I'll be a good person and raise my daughter. My daughter will be so pitiful without me."
He vaguely heard a sentence: "No, even if you were given a hundred chances, you could never become a good person."
If you don't believe me, let's try it.
This time, I'll give you a different world, and almost the same fate. Let's see what you choose.
Old Mo shuddered and suddenly opened his eyes.
He discovered that he had transmigrated. He had transmigrated into the world of a TV series he had watched in his previous life called "Full House of Love".
The original owner shared the same name as him and lived in the backyard of No. 95 Nanluoguxiang. He was an honest, unassuming person who wasn't good with words.
People in the compound also like to call him Old Mo, even though he's only twenty-six years old this year. It's a nickname, and has nothing to do with his age.
Old Mo's parents died early, and he married a young and beautiful rural woman. They had a lively and lovely daughter. They owned three large brick houses.
Originally, he could have lived a very happy and fulfilling life.
Unfortunately, he was unemployed.
While moving sacks, he got into an argument and physically assaulted someone, injuring them. He was taken to the police station and sentenced to three years in prison.
Just as he was about to be released after serving three years in prison, he got into another argument during his exercise time. A large group of people surrounded him and beat him to death.
At this moment, our top assassin from Jinghai, Lao Mo, seized the opportunity and traveled through time.
Fortunately, this time he was beaten by a group of people and was considered a victim, so he did not receive additional punishment.
After spending some time in the hospital, he was released from prison.
Standing in front of the gate of No. 95 courtyard with his luggage on his back, Lao Mo was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.
Heaven was kind to him, finally giving him a chance.
He vowed to be a good person throughout his life, to love his wife well, and to raise his daughter well.
Thinking of his beautiful wife and lovely daughter, Old Mo's face lit up with a happy smile.
Touching the warm spot on his chest, Lao Mo felt even more confident.
Although he didn't have a system this time, the jade pendant his wife gave him when they got married turned into a 500-cubic-meter space and was embedded in his body.
That's his magic touch.
This time, he not only brought his skills with him, but also a spatial ability as a cheat code.
What reason is there to be a bad person? What reason is there not to give my wife and daughters happiness?
At that moment, Old Mo revealed a knowing smile. (Please note that this was Old Mo's first and last knowing smile. After stepping into this courtyard, he would never smile again. He was a protagonist who could not smile; even when he did, it was a cold, indifferent smile.)
Old Mo, full of vigor, stepped into the yard. He saw a well-mannered old man with a broken-legged pair of glasses standing there as the goalkeeper.
Whether it was from the original owner's memories or from watching the drama in his later life, he recognized this old man.
That's right, this is the stingy Uncle Yan Bugui.
This was in 1970. Yan Bugui was 57 years old. In a few more years, he would retire.
"Hey, Uncle San, I'm back. How are you?"
Yan Bugui's expression changed instantly, and he looked at Lao Mo, his body trembling.
Instead of greeting Yan Bugui, this guy turned around and ran towards the Central Court.
As he ran, he shouted, "Oh no! Old Mo is back! Chen Jinmo is back! Help! Old Mo is back..."
His shout caused everyone in the courtyard to open their windows and peek through their doors.
When they saw that it really was Old Mo, they seemed startled and quickly closed the door again.
At that moment, Lao Mo's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition welled up in his mind.
He had seen the original play and knew that everyone in this compound was a beast.
Even so, Old Mo intends to coexist peacefully with them. He will help them as much as he can within his capabilities.
After all, he was a transmigrator with a cheat system and a determination to be a good person. As long as they didn't go too far, Lao Mo didn't want to make things difficult for them.
However, at this moment, the instincts of Jinghai's top assassin made him feel that something was very unusual.
No one dared to come out of the front yard.
Old Mo walked briskly towards the central courtyard.
Upon arriving at the Intermediate People's Court, he saw Yi Zhonghai and a group of people blocking his way.
At this moment, the bad premonition grew even stronger.
Yi Zhonghai and his men stood in front of him, looking him up and down as if he were a complete stranger.
Old Mo looked puzzled.
"Old Mo, why did you come back?"
This was Yi Zhonghai's first sentence, and his words were icy.
Old Mo's eyes gradually turned cold.
However, he still asked respectfully, "Sir, what do you mean by this? This is my home. If I don't go back here, where am I supposed to go?"
As soon as Lao Mo finished speaking, a shrill female voice rang out.
"Is this your home? You, a convict, don't even deserve a home! You childless bastard, get out of here! Our courtyard doesn't welcome convicts. Get out, get out, get out, get out..."
The one speaking was Jia Zhangshi, the necromancer. She called out while pushing Lao Mo with her hand.
However, with her limited strength, she couldn't push it at all.
Old Mo's legs seemed to be rooted to the ground, remaining completely still.
Old Mo ignored her and asked in confusion, "My father left me three large brick houses, and my wife and daughter live here too. How come I don't have a home anymore?"
His cold gaze swept over the crowd, hoping they could offer him some answers.
"You're talking nonsense..."
Jia Zhangshi jumped up and down, saying, "Your shameless slut wife has been having an affair with someone for a long time and was beaten to death. Your whore daughter is nowhere to be found. There's no one left in your family here."
Get out of here! One's a convict, the other's a piece of trash. What right do they have to live in our compound? If people like you move in, how can we maintain the honor of our prestigious courtyard house?
"If you know what's good for you, get out of here right now, or I'll have someone throw you out."
Jia Zhangshi was yelling and wailing, her words sharp and sarcastic.