老攻身患绝症[穿书]

Chapter 1

"...The chairman of the Rongding Group, Qiu Xing was discharged from the hospital this morning. This is the third time this year that he has fallen ill at work and his condition might've deteriorated again. It is reported that Qiu Xing is considering handing over management of Rongding to act behind the scenes and recuperate in peace..."

Qiu Xing, it was another name he had seen in the novel. Xie Yang had a guess in his heart as he turned off the TV and searched his body, eventually finding an old fruit-brand mobile phone.

In the apocalypse, the magnetic field was chaotic and communication was ineffective. Xie Yang hadn't touched a mobile phone in many years and many operation methods had been forgotten. He unlocked his phone with his fingerprint in an unfamiliar manner and found the Weibo app to open it.

An account named 'Small Account 1111' was automatically logged it. It had 0 fans, 1 following and 0 posts. That 1 was too eye-catching so Xie Yang clicked on it with a frown. The page changed and the words 'Mu Zhouyi' appeared on the interface.

"......"

It was fortunate. He didn't need to search for it. He entered Mu Zhouyi's Weibo and scanned Mu Zhouyi's last posts. After seeing the names of several characters in the novel, he locked his phone and threw it aside.

Before the apocalypse occurred, Xie Yang had read several popular online novels and knew the theme of transmigrating into a book. Judging by the current situation, there was a high chance that he had transmigrated. Regardless of whether it was scientific or not, it was undoubtedly a good thing to transmigrate from a world of death to a safe book world.

However, it wasn't so beautiful to cross into the body of a cannon fodder destined to die in the book.

The end of the world was difficult to survive. The reason why Xie Yang spent the time to read a novel he picked up when the situation wasn't so good was because there was a cannon fodder in the book with the exact same name as him.

The cannon fodder was very young. He had just turned 20 when he appeared in the book. His identity was a tool sold by his father to the terminally ill villain. His main function was to use his cowardice and fear of the villain to be a foil to the female protagonist's tenacity and care for the villain. He provoked the relationship between the female protagonist and the villain, promoted their emotional development, adding fuel to the villain and male protagonist fighting over the female protagonist, adding fuel to the fire and becoming a breakthrough point for the male protagonist to take away the villain's company.

Such a cannon fodder was bound to have a bad fate.

At the end of the novel, the villain died. Everything that belonged to the villain was taken by the male protagonist. As the person who helped the make protagonist succeed, the cannon fodder didn't get the relief he expected and was killed by someone. He was only 23 years old and the worst part was that the author didn't explain who was behind the death of the cannon fodder to the very end.

Xie Yang picked up the phone that had been thrown to one side and turned on the camera. He looked at the screen and it was 80-90% similar to his original appearance.

"Are you the cannon fodder 'Xie Yang'? Or just another person with the same name?"

Ah Wen came in at this time and asked, "Yang Yang, what did you say?"

Xie Yang locked the phone and shook his head.

"If there's no problem then I'll go first. The TV show is almost finished and I have to pick the others up. Li Li will come in a while to bring you dinner. Don't run around."

Xie Yang nodded.

Ah Wen left with the driver. Xie Yang went to the window and watched their car drive away from the hospital. Then he picked up the backpack belonging to the original owner of the body and directly left the ward.

It was the evening peak hour and the streets were packed with people leaving work and school. Xie Yang put on his coat and hood and walked slowly along the street with his hands in his pocket. As he passed by a kindergarten, a grandmother picking up a child accidentally bumped into him. Xie Yang instinctively tensed and moved away, his fingers taking the claw shape as he mobilized his ability to fight back.

After changing his body, his energy core had naturally disappeared. His palms were empty and he paused as he slowly clenched his hands.

"Brother, why aren't you going? Are you weak from hunger?"

His clothes were pulled. Xie Yang stiffened and looked down to see a little girl looking up. The girl was at least four years old and was wearing a red dress. She was chubby and cute.

Xie Yang didn't speak and the little girl released her hand. She bowed her head and took out a packet of biscuits with cartoon packaging from her pocket. She handed it over and said, "Brother, this is for you to eat. Go home quickly and I will also go home."

Xie Yang was stunned.

"Brother?"

Xie Yang's mind returned. He moved his stiff body as he relaxed his tightly clenched fists in his pocket. He slowly pulled out a hand, bent down and placed his hand under the girl's palm. The biscuits fell onto Xie Yang's palm and the little girl waved at him with a smile. "Bye, Brother." She ran back to a man shopping at a roadside stall and held the man's hand.

The palm of his hand was a bit itchy and Xie Yang clenched them again. His numb sense of smell was instantly activated and he smelled the multitude of flavours transmitted from this world. They seemed to be saying: Welcome to peace and prosperity.

Then his stomach growled. He placed his hands back in his pocket and straightened to take in a lot of the city air.

So hungry.

The mobile phone in his backpack kept ringing. He ignored it and re-entered the crowd, following a scent into a noodle restaurant.