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It felt as if a giant clock was striking inside my skull, or as if water droplets were continuously falling and penetrating the deepest part of my consciousness.

The sound was monotonous and empty, yet possessed an undeniable presence, as if the entire world had been emptied, leaving only this irritatingly rhythmic echo.

"Damn it...it's so noisy..."

Cui Shi'an opened his eyes abruptly out of impatience, then paused for a moment.

The blinding white light from the hospital ceiling that I had expected did not appear, and the bed beneath me was not as soft as I should have been.

What came into view was a strange, fragmented scene.

He found himself lying in the very center of a room... on a cold, hard, black wooden board.

The shape and the feel of it inexplicably reminded him of—a coffin lid.

He jolted awake and instinctively sat up, immediately looking down at his chest and limbs.

There was no pain, no blood, no twisted broken bones, and even the clothes were intact!

It was as if the bloody car accident that sent him flying was just a vivid hallucination.

What's going on? Cui Shi'an was full of questions and subconsciously looked around at his surroundings.

It appears to be a circular space, but its style is completely divided into two parts.

The "coffin lid" beneath him seems to be the dividing line of that style.

On one side, there was a dim, yellowish light coming from a wooden desk that looked quite old.

Behind the table was a huge, floor-to-ceiling medicine cabinet, densely packed with countless small drawers, like an ultra-sized version of a traditional Chinese medicine shop.

The drawer was covered with blurry labels that stretched upwards until they disappeared into the deep, unfathomable darkness above, giving off an endless sense of oppression.

On the other side, there is a bright, modern living room.

Soft overhead lighting illuminates the comfortable tech-fabric sofa, the extra-large LCD TV, and even a double-door silver-gray refrigerator.

The aroma of steak and black pepper sauce wafted faintly in the air.

Right next to this modern area, at an elegant dining table, sat a young woman in a stylish black dress.

She was facing sideways to Cui Shi'an, her waist was straight, and her long, black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

At this moment, the young woman was gracefully using a knife and fork to cut the tender steak on her plate, while the dark red wine in the stemmed glass beside her rippled slightly.

Seemingly hearing him get up, the girl gently wiped her mouth with a napkin and slowly turned her head to look at him.

It was an extremely young face, even somewhat childish.

Her skin was fair, and her features were as delicate as Barbie's.

But her eyes were terrifyingly deep and calm, as if they could see through everything in the world.

The girl's gaze fell on Cui Shi'an, her calm gaze as if she were looking at a newly delivered package.

Clapping sounds~

Without warning, she clapped her hands, a playful smile curving her lips, her voice like a mesmerizing, enchanting melody.

"A hero rescuing a damsel in distress—that's truly touching!"

The moment Cui Shi'an's eyes met hers, his expression turned to utter astonishment: "You...you..."

The girl didn't care about his shock. She raised her hand and a black card appeared out of thin air in her palm.

"Cui Shi'an was born on the 20th day of the second month of the Xin Si year at 3:45 AM, and died on the 3:15 AM day of the fifth month of the Jia Chen year. Cause of death: accidental..."

The girl paused at this point, then looked at him calmly:

"Choi Si-an, that's you, isn't it?"

Cui Shi'an stared, mouth agape, momentarily speechless. His mind was buzzing. Was he dead?

"Come and have some tea before you set off."

The girl walked to the wooden table, pulled out a chair, and the originally dim candlelight on the table suddenly became bright.

Cui Shi'an subconsciously took two steps forward, but his gaze remained fixed on the girl: "You... who exactly are you...?"

The girl gently tapped the nameplate on the table, and Cui Shi'an then saw four bright Chinese characters on it—Hell Messenger.

"So there really are messengers of hell in this world..."

Cui Shi'an's expression was complex. A wave of grief and resentment surged into his heart. He was so young, and he was going to die like this?

"What are you still standing there for? Sit down! I'll deal with you sooner so I can continue my meal."

Upon hearing this, Cui Shi'an couldn't help but glance at the dining table not far away. So even the messengers of hell need to eat?

They even...drink Lafite...

West 8...

The young female messenger tapped the table twice with displeasure.

"Hey, where are you looking? Are you that concerned about other people's private lives?"

"I'm sorry... I just... I just..."

But even Cui Shi'an himself couldn't answer what it meant. To be able to communicate with the messengers of hell after death completely overturned his understanding, especially since he cultivated...

Damn, is ecology actually a pseudoscience?

The young female messenger produced a teapot from somewhere, poured a cup of tea, and pushed it in front of him:

"Two choices: either drink the tea, lift the coffin lid, and jump in, or return to your original body."

"The second one!" Upon hearing that there was still hope of returning, Cui Shi'an raised his hand without hesitation:

"So you mean I'm not completely dead yet, right? Then I'll choose this one!"

"Don't you want to know the consequences? Under normal circumstances, a person cannot be brought back to life after death. Are you sure you can bear the consequences?"

"What price?"

"For example, is there no next life? I don't know the specifics."

"Then I'll choose this one too!" Cui Shi'an firmly believed that one should seize the opportunities in front of them and not place their hopes on a vague and uncertain future.

"Your situation is a bit unusual... The person you saved should have died... But instead, you... Sigh, what a tragic fate..." The girl rubbed her temples in distress and looked up at him again:

"Someone just didn't want you to die like this, so they asked me to make sure you get back."

"Who?" The first person Cui Shi'an thought of was the girl he had saved. Perhaps she was silently praying, begging the gods to bring her back to life?

The girl looked at him calmly: "Your sister."

"Huh?" Cui Shi'an was completely confused. "But I don't have a younger sister!"

"She's not your sister in this life," the girl said meaningfully.

My sister from a past life?

Don't want him to die in this life?

What is all this about?

Cui Shi'an became increasingly confused as he listened, and at one point even thought he was dreaming again. He tried to secretly pinch his thigh under the table, only to find that his fingers had gone straight through his thigh...

"Anyway, there is this one thing. If it weren't for her sake, I wouldn't bother helping you."

"Where is she?" Cui Shi'an looked around but didn't see anyone else.

"Stop looking, she's somewhere else."

"Then...perhaps...she has the same identity as you?"

The girl nodded slightly.

"Could you please ask her to come over? I'd like to thank her..."

"The messenger of hell cannot leave her territory at will, and besides, she doesn't want to see you right now."

"Eh?"

"You have no memories of your past life, so how can you be considered her brother? Even if she really appeared before you, in your mind, she would just be a stranger you should be grateful to, wouldn't she?"

Cui Shi'an remained silent. If that's the case, then why is the other party still...?

"So she saved me because..."

"Of course, I hope you can remember something."

"Is it something important?"

"Just consider it an obsession she can't let go of." The girl waved her hand, ending the topic.

"So? Do you want to go back? Once you go back, your life will be completely different from before. I don't know what the future holds, but one thing is certain: you will no longer be considered a normal person."

Cui Shi'an fell into deep thought, unsure of what to choose. He was actually quite conflicted, especially after hearing that he would no longer be a normal person...

But in this life, he was unwilling to give up so easily. He had finally managed to scrape together the tuition fees to study abroad, and he was about to graduate next year…

And then there were the smiling faces of relatives and friends he had met along the way, one after another, brushing past his eyes. Even his roommate Tian Ming's hateful face seemed so nostalgic at this moment...

The girl didn't urge him, and suddenly got up and walked to the dining table, clearly intending to continue eating.

She cut off a piece of steak, put it in her mouth, and chewed slowly. Seeing that Cui Shi'an was still deep in thought, she picked up a napkin, gently wiped her mouth, and said calmly:

"Want me to give you a hint?"

Cui Shi'an looked over with hopeful eyes.

The girl sighed softly: "In your previous life, you also died because of the same woman."

Huh? Cui Shi'an's pupils dilated in shock. He immediately remembered the girl he had just saved. How could she...?

"How could I stumble on the same person twice?" The young envoy asked, resting her chin on her hand, seemingly puzzled.

Then she blinked gently:

"In short, if this trend continues, even if you have a next life, you will still die because of her."