Cultivating immortality relies on spatial abilities; defying fate to become the protagonist.

Chapter 3 Past life memory
Once Black Fox's information was released, there were indeed many places that wanted her. It's no wonder she was so sought after, mainly because she was outstanding in both appearance and combat skills.

After careful consideration by the base's leaders, Black Fox was accepted by Country S for an astronomical sum, becoming a night-time mercenary with a ten-year service period.

Over the past decade, Black Fox's reputation has grown significantly, and she has always been able to complete tasks perfectly without ever making a mistake.

Of course, Black Fox earned a very generous commission, but she didn't want to continue living such a life of fighting and killing. She used the commission she earned to redeem herself, thinking of leaving the base and returning to a peaceful life.

There are quite a few people in the base who have redeemed themselves, and the base will not force them to stay, because the base exists to make money, and it will release people if it has money.

However, those who leave must swear an oath by their souls that they will never reveal any secrets of the base, and those who violate this oath will be silenced by the base.

The base has its reasons for doing this. People who have ventured out into the world are not easy to control when they return to the base. Who wouldn't be happy to receive a hefty ransom? After all, they are training batch after batch of people.

"Black Fox, this is a farewell today, and it's probably never to be seen again. It's just a pity that your little lover couldn't leave with you." The blonde, blue-eyed Brigitte approached the woman Black Fox with her wine glass and clinked glasses with her.

"No, I will take him back. I won't let him stay in a foreign land. Look!" Black Fox took out an exquisite porcelain jar from his backpack and gently stroked it.

The porcelain jar contains Yingnuo's ashes. When Black Fox arrived in S Country, the first person she met was Yingnuo. Yingnuo also came from H Country, but a year earlier than her.

Perhaps because they came from the same place, in this cold and desolate place, a different kind of connection arose between them.

Yingnuo has reached the point of retirement. He has decided to retire after completing his final mission, but he is not prepared to leave alone. He will wait for Black Fox to return to H Country together and spend the rest of their lives together.

But man proposes, God disposes. Unexpected events happen unexpectedly. In the final mission, Yingnuo mistakenly fell into a trap carefully set by her opponent and tragically perished.

The mission still needed to be completed, so Black Fox and his teammates took over the tasks he had not finished.

After a year of hard work, she finally completed the mission and retired.

“Black Fox, you… well, Yingnuo has been gone for a year. I heard you risked your life this time to avenge him? Don’t you know that with that knife, you lost millions in bonus? Was it worth it?” A man with a hooked nose walked over and asked.

"I don't know if it's worth it, but that person can't be allowed to live. Even if he's caught, he'll be back in a few days, all lively and energetic. Half of my reason for doing this is to rid you of a menace, so you won't have to face him anymore," Black Fox said calmly.

"Black Fox, you're right. Actually, I, Black Hawk, have feelings for you. Can't you realize it? Next year, I'll be retiring too. Can I come see you then?" Black Hawk asked the indifferent woman.

“No! I gave my love and affection to Yingnuo… Since the promise made under the peach blossom tree has become empty, let it be!” Black Fox said, gently stroking the porcelain jar.

"Black Fox, since you're leaving, sing us one last song. We're afraid we'll never hear your voice again." Someone called out.

"Yes! You're the nightingale of our group, Black Fox, sing us a song!" Everyone laughed and relaxed, enjoying this rare moment of ease, knowing that tomorrow they would all be going their separate ways again.

Black Fox stood up, slung his bag over his shoulder, and nimbly jumped onto the stage. He adjusted the phonograph, bowed deeply to the audience, and said, "Thank you all for your companionship over the past ten years. Black Fox is very grateful! Today is a celebration banquet, a day of my rebirth, and also the anniversary of Yingnuo's death."

Let me sing "Peach Blossom Promise" for everyone, for Yingnuo, and for myself!
As the music started, Black Fox took the microphone and began to sing:

"The first meeting was tender and affectionate, and the vows were made amidst the changing winds and clouds."

As time passes, I ask what year it is tonight; though our hearts are connected, I remain steadfast in my beliefs.
Years have passed in cycles of reincarnation; how many times have flowers bloomed and faded in the blink of an eye?
This life's entanglements and bonds have touched my heartstrings; I wonder if we'll meet again in the next. I'll leave behind a peach blossom as a memento.

Having severed ties with this fleeting life, my longing still lingers in your eyes.
An inch of soil yields a year's worth of wood; a flower, a tree, a single act of greed.
Love is a kind of affection that blossoms on a lost path, forgetting the road ahead and the past.
Forget my heart, forget you, forget the beginning; only the mottled marks remain on the path of loving you.

The entanglements and bonds of this lifetime have touched my heartstrings.

Whether we'll meet again in the next life or not, I'll leave a peach blossom as a memento.

Having severed ties with this fleeting life, my longing still lingers in your eyes.
An inch of soil yields a year's worth of wood; a flower, a tree, a single act of greed.
Love is a kind of affection that blossoms on a lost path, forgetting the road ahead and the past...

The song was melodious, and Black Fox spun around and leaped off the stage, walking into the darkness.

Black Fox walked out of the club with a flourish, passing a night market where people of all skin colors gather year-round to make a living. People often set up stalls here at night to earn a little money.

Black Fox rarely comes here, but today he stopped in front of a stall as he was passing by.

"Hey young lady, is there anything you like? Cheap, only 100 yuan each, no cheating!" a blond man called out with a smile.

Black Fox glanced around quickly; they were all inconspicuous little trinkets: rings, necklaces, bracelets, brooches, earrings, nail clippers, eyebrow razors, and so on.

Black Fox reached out and took the wooden bracelet, tossed down a hundred yuan, and headed towards the airport. She had already booked the last flight to H country that evening.

Arriving at the airport, I glanced back at the place where I had lived for ten years, and resolutely stepped into my unfamiliar hometown from my dreams.

Black Fox, no! The person now is Gu Shihan, who has boarded the plane.

The plane took off, and she listlessly took out the wooden bracelet she had just bought and fiddled with it in her hand.

The plane began to shake violently, and a splinter from the bracelet pricked her finger.

Perhaps her pain tolerance was too high, because she didn't notice at all that the splinter had pierced her finger and was faintly glowing red, desperately absorbing her blood.

The turbulence threw the cabin into chaos, and a sense of crisis surged through her, but before she could make a move, everything vanished...

Gu Shihan snapped out of her thoughts and looked at the wooden bracelet that had suddenly appeared on her hand. Could it be that her survival was related to this wooden bracelet?
This wooden bracelet was a little trinket she bought on a whim, or you could say it was a souvenir from her visit.

The plane crash should have left no trace of the bodies, but the soul... the soul coming into this body must be thanks to the wooden bracelet.

Gu Shihan no longer found it particularly fantastical or hard to accept. After all, she had experienced even more fantastical time travel and rebirth, so this wooden bracelet must be a great treasure.

Compared to jade bracelets, wooden bracelets are simple and unadorned, while jade bracelets look a bit different. There seems to be a fleeting trace of blood inside. Could this thing also be extraordinary?

(End of this chapter)