Death by electrocution is a painful way to die. Qin Yao swept her gaze through her relatives who came to watch her execution. She found it slightly funny how none of her victims' relatives had come to witness her end. It was as if they knew that her murders were justified and that she was not in the wrong. It was a pity for Qin Yao as even though her victims did not seek justice, her own family was more than excited about her death.

"Any last words? " The executioner asked, his face obscured behind a veil to protect his anonymity.

What was the difference between him and a hitman, thought Qin Yao They both end people's lives and don't dare show their faces in the light.

Though she might have detested his kind she knew that he had the power to let her speak her last words and also had the power to make her die in the slowest manner possible, so she politely replied to him before saying her last words.

"To my lovely family that gave me up, every crime I have ever committed was done for you and the blood of my victims is also on your hands." Qin Yao began, "But I can't bring myself to hate you, I hope you all live prosperous lives and not regret your decisions."

Qin Yao knew she was pathetic, hoping for their love even when they abandoned her. Though they hurt and angered her, her days in prison made her realize that they did not owe her anything. Sure, she protected them, but she was the one who willingly threw herself into the abyss. Maybe she was just fooling herself, trying to make sense of how they could do this to her but all that didn’t matter. All her hate, grudges, and pain will all disappear with her, so she might as well use this chance to say soft words - maybe they would feel guilty and regret their decisions. As minuscule as this chance might be, she didn’t want to bear this pain alone.

Qin Yao gave them one last look, she couldn't hear what they were saying, but their eyes communicated their disgust, scorn, and hatred. She sighed as her pretty eyelashes fell shut, and she welcomed her death with open arms. Perhaps the executioner felt that she was pitiful as he apologized to her before ending her life - her twenty-eight years of life - by the press of a button.

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Qin Yao was dazzled by her surroundings; could it be that she had not died? But as she recalled the painful feeling of electricity coursing through her veins and melting her innards, she shivered. Though the pain lasted only a couple of breaths, it felt like an eternity; there's no way she imagined it.

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Then there's only another explanation, she reasoned; This is the afterlife.

As soon as this thought entered her mind, her expression couldn't help but become strange. Why is it that no matter how she looked at it felt more like a Beijing night market than the fabled Hell? Qin Yao mindlessly wandered through this 'Beijing night market,' absorbing all the noise and chatter from these people, err, ghosts. One thing Qin Yao knew from her years as a criminal was that information collecting was a must. Though she had no idea how this information may help her being well-informed was never a drawback. It seems like reincarnation is something well coveted but could an evil-doer like her reincarnate?

Though none of these ghosts surrounding her seemed like saints, they did not look like criminals either. Although Qin Yao was unsure why she was here, she assumed it was a mistake.

"Have you looked around enough?" A deep voice asked, waking Qin Yao from her stupor.

Her dark gaze observed the man who talked to her; he was about a head taller than her with a head full of red hair and amber-coloured eyes. How flamboyant. She silently met his gaze and didn't say a word. This feeling of being completely ignorant as to what was going on confused her and left her deeply unsettled.

"How about we talk somewhere quiet?" The man laughed before he wrapped his arm around Qin Yao's waist and disappeared along with her.

They reappeared in a modern office; it was completely bare, so much so that it did not seem like a person worked there. Then again, Qin Yao was unsure if he was even considered a person - after all, people couldn’t teleport. Her eyes flashed with interest as she tried to analyze the man before her. She figured this man was either extremely secretive or was currently in between jobs. Could it be that not even the afterlife could escape a capitalistic society? Qin Yao quickly got rid of the nonsensical thoughts in her head; she was not some legendary detective, and the only way she could find out more was to let him talk. She quietly looked at the red-haired man and waited to see what he would say.

After a brief moment of silence, the man began to speak, his voice calm and cold.

"You're supposed to be in Hell."

Qin Yao's eyes flashed for a moment before lowering her gaze, but she was not surprised by this. If even someone like her would not enter Hell, who would?

"Then why did you save me?" Qin Yao knew that she wasn't innocent and that the man in front of her was no saint either. There's no way he would save her without any ulterior motives, but she didn't understand what he could want from her. She had nothing to offer other than herself, and he didn't seem to be that type of person.

"I have no interest in your body," he said with a hint of mirth in his eyes, "Rather, I want you to do something for me."

"Sure. " She agreed readily, ignoring the slight embarrassment she felt.

Whatever he wanted from her couldn't be worse than an eternity of suffering, whether it was climbing a mountain of swords or going through a sea of fire. Both those things seemed much better than 'atoning for her sins. ' Qin Yao forcefully stopped her train of thought there. After all, if this man could read her mind, it would be better for her to be careful.

"The more I look at you, the more I feel like I made the right choice," the red-haired man laughed boisterously, "Get to the top of your new world, then come back to me.”

As soon as the man said those words, Qin Yao felt her world go dark; it seemed that she would go to deep sleep.