Henry Lang was just a child. The Langs toiled extremely hard during the day, and by the latter half of the night, mother and son could no longer hold on and fell into a deep sleep. Evelyn Wynn, on the other hand, busied himself, first tidying up the house, then mending military boots, washing uniforms, and sharing the hard labor for The Langs. Only when dawn was about to break did he slip away, vanishing without a trace.

The next day, when Henry Lang woke up groggily, he was still unsure whether what happened last night was just a beautiful dream. But when he opened his eyes, he saw The Langs sitting beside him, looking at him with deep worry.

Henry Lang hurriedly sat up. “Mother, what’s wrong?”

The Langs, being a convict herself, had never interacted with the outside world except for endless labor, and had no experience or opinions of her own. When she spoke, her tone was hesitant: “Evelyn Wynn is a little ghost. He found you, and I’m afraid it’s a bad omen…”

Henry Lang giggled, stretching as he said, “What could be more unlucky than our current situation!” Then he comforted The Langs with a few words, got out of bed, washed his face, and started helping his mother with chores…

After a meager lunch, Henry Lang crawled back onto the bed and slept until sunset, recharging his energy as he waited for Evelyn Wynn to return.

But that day, Evelyn Wynn did not show up as promised. Henry Lang sat on the rooftop, waiting until daylight broke, and only then, with a face full of exhaustion and disappointment in his eyes, did he return to his small bed.

For three days in a row, Evelyn Wynn did not come again. Every night, Henry Lang refused to sleep, waiting bitterly. The already thin and small child looked even more haggard and pitiful.

On the fourth day, Henry Lang had decided not to wait any longer, but when night came, he still couldn’t help but climb up to the rooftop…

Around midnight, in a half-asleep, half-awake state, Henry Lang suddenly felt someone gently shaking him. When he opened his eyes, he saw Evelyn Wynn standing cautiously in front of him!

Henry Lang snapped out of his daze, his eyes filled with both excitement and grievance. Before he could say anything, Evelyn Wynn said anxiously, “I made young master wait for me, making you so tired you couldn’t sleep well…”

Evelyn Wynn still looked as timid as last time, his expression full of guilt. But compared to their first meeting, his body was even more hunched, and he was now missing his entire left arm!

Henry Lang quickly brought the little ghost into the house. As soon as they entered, Evelyn Wynn hurriedly took out a roast chicken from his bosom, then produced a thin booklet with a portrait on the cover, his face beaming with joy: “This is a boxing manual!”

Henry Lang took the oil-stained manual from him, but his eyes were fixed on Evelyn Wynn’s empty left sleeve. “What happened to you?”

Evelyn Wynn smiled a little awkwardly. “I had to steal the manual from someone who practices martial arts, but those people are usually strong and full of yang energy. My powers are too weak, so it was hard to steal it, and that’s why I was late. In the end, they still caught me, and to escape, I had to throw away an arm. But at least I got the manual.”

Before he could finish, Henry Lang burst into tears, and the just-awakened The Langs also silently wept.

Evelyn Wynn flustered, hurried to comfort them in a low voice: “Um, young master, I’m a ghost, losing an arm just hurts for a while, it’s no big deal.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Henry Lang suddenly knelt down seriously in front of Evelyn Wynn: “I’m not a young master, I, I…” Henry Lang wasn’t good with words, stammering for a long time without getting to the point, until suddenly inspiration struck: “You’re my father! My, my godfather.”

The little ghost was so startled he floated around the room, repeatedly shouting that it was not allowed.

The child and the ghost argued for quite a while, and finally, they each compromised: Henry Lang would call Evelyn Wynn uncle, and Evelyn Wynn would call Henry Lang by his name from then on.

After standing up, Henry Lang was overjoyed and called out to the little ghost, “Uncle Wynn!”

Uncle Wynn rubbed his palms awkwardly. “My surname isn’t Feng. The name Evelyn Wynn was given to me by Lord Liang back in the day. I was his ghost servant, so naturally, I took the Liang family name as well.”

Henry Lang grinned widely. “Evelyn Lang, then… Uncle Wynn!”

Uncle Wynn was so delighted that his dry face bloomed into a smile, nodding eagerly in agreement.

From that day on, Evelyn Wynn came to Convict Street every night, always bringing some food in his arms. Besides helping The Langs with the hard labor, he also taught Henry Lang to read and recognize characters.

Sometimes, Evelyn Wynn would pick some herbs, decoct them outside, and bring them to Henry Lang to nourish his body. Of course, they weren’t any rare medicines, but they were still somewhat beneficial for a growing child.

Henry Lang’s hard days suddenly became much more bearable. Aside from sleeping and eating, he spent all his time practicing boxing and studying, pestering Evelyn Wynn to tell him stories about the outside world whenever he had a break.

Evelyn Wynn had been an ordinary person in life, only attending private school for a few years, barely able to teach Henry Lang to read. As for teaching boxing, that was out of the question. Fortunately, the manual had illustrations and notes, and Henry Lang, having suffered so much, was not afraid of hardship, so he practiced diligently according to the manual.

That boxing manual wasn’t any advanced technique, just the most common “Taizu Long Fist” in the Central Plains.

With Evelyn Wynn’s abilities, this was the only kind of manual he could manage to steal.