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Looking at the simple house that was built using simple bamboo, Han Xiu slowly blinked his eyes and then slowly sat up.

However, when he sat down, Han Xiu realized that something was different this time.

He could actually touch the bed beneath him as well as his own body. Moreover, he could clearly feel his heart beating.

What was going on?

After forcefully pinching his thigh, Han Xiu's entire face wrinkled.

This was the first time Han Xiu had done such a self-mutilation, but he didn't expect that it was to confirm whether or not he was dreaming.

Since it was so painful, it shouldn't be a dream.

However, being struck in the forehead by lightning, shouldn't he wake up in the hall of the underworld? In addition, he had killed countless people when he was alive.

He would never wake up in this strange house, and it was so dilapidated.

Han Xiu raised his hand to his forehead. He did not touch the skull that was split open by the lightning, but rather, it was attracted to his own hand.

No, it was more accurate to say that his attention was attracted by the seven-star birthmark on the back of his hand.

When did he have the birthmark?

Han Xiu immediately realized that this was not his body, and immediately straightened up. Just as he was about to size up this body, Han Xiu felt his body burning and feeling uncomfortable, he lowered his head and saw that the area between his arms and stomach had actually been burnt, and then he saw that the bed he was lying on had actually cracked open.

As if he had been cut by something, and there were traces of burning.

With a slight frown, seeing this crack, Han Xiu recalled the scene he saw before he fainted as a wandering soul.

Lightning...

Could this have been struck by lightning? Then this body …

Seeing that there was a bucket of water at the entrance of the house, Han Xiu did not care about the pain in his body, immediately getting off the bed and looking at the water bucket.

Seeing the familiar face reflected in the water, Han Xiu was surprised.

Wasn't this the young Han Xiu that had the same surname and the same appearance as him when he was a wandering soul?

How did he get into this body?

Could it be that Han Xiu was also killed by the lightning? Yet, he had picked up a cheap item to live through in this body?

Han Xiu was a little shocked, but only by a little. Perhaps, this was the quality of a Gold Ranked Ranked Ranked Assassin, in less than fifteen minutes, he had already accepted this unbelievable scene.

Being able to survive was naturally a good thing, and Han Xiu did not think about something that was nothing to him.

Closing his eyes, Han Xiu tried to quickly digest this fact in his head.

Not long after, he suddenly laughed arrogantly and said, "Who said that one should go to hell after killing countless people? I, Han Xiu, will live my life anew after I bypass the Hades Palace! "

Excited, Han Xiu quickly calmed down. The handsome face that was younger than him had a trace of coldness on it. The cold-faced killer's face was as its name implied.

After looking around this broken Bamboo House, Han Xiu knew that he was at the same broken Bamboo House that he had seen before he fainted.

The wooden bed had been hacked into scorches and cracks. When he thought about his death, could that lightning be the reason why he was able to live in this body? Or could it be that Lightning had swapped his body with the owner of this body?

Maybe …

Just then, Han Xiu suddenly frowned, he lowered his head and looked at the burnt spots on his stomach and arms. As an assassin, his first reaction was to find medicine to treat himself.

Han Xiu who could casually grab a handful of herbs to treat his injuries walked out of the Bamboo House, went out and wandered around for a bit, and then searched for familiar herbs in the green mountains and green rivers beside the Bamboo House.

Not long after, Han Xiu came back with a lot of harvest. He had a handful of herbs he had found recently, both by the stream and in the small forest.

There were a lot of herbs here, Han Xiu didn't even have to trouble to find the herbs that he needed.

After returning, he found a bowl and a piece of wood, then sat on top of the rock and began to mash down the medicinal herbs that he had just found.

The process of concocting the medicine had inevitably involved injuries. If it was a normal person, they would not be able to endure such a burning pain, but Han Xiu was not an ordinary person. He had received an injury that was even more painful than this, so such an injury was nothing to him.

However, he was a bit confused. It was reasonable for him to be struck down by the lightning. After all, he had killed too many people and committed too many sins. What had the owner of this body done that made both man and god angry?

Did he kill his parents or his brothers and sisters?

Han Xiu naturally did not know.