“Who would have thought that the assassin who perished in the flames would be reborn in a small village in Xia Country, inhabiting the body of a girl who died from a heart attack?”

On the second floor of a farmhouse courtyard, Ye Wushuang scrutinized her reflection in the mirror.

The girl in the mirror was eighteen years old, with jet-black hair cascading to her waist, delicate features, and a complexion as fair as flawless jade—a rare beauty.

“And it’s not just me who can be reborn…”

Ye Wushuang closed her eyes, then opened them again to find a few lines of text before her.

[Objective: Complete 30 Trial Missions.]

[Reward: Revive “Ye Wuchen”.]

[Note: Previous Life Skills Retained, Original Owner’s Heart Condition Removed.]

[Task Customization in Progress…]

“It’s like a game, getting missions from the system.”

A flicker of confusion crossed Ye Wushuang’s dark eyes, quickly overtaken by pain and regret.

Wuchen was her brother.

She had planned to take her brother with her when she left the organization, but he had drugged her on their way, defying her wishes and returning to the organization to buy her time.

When she woke up again, she was on the other side of the world, finally free from the organization’s control.

But her brother, he had been tortured and brutally murdered by those people.

Ye Wushuang clenched her fists, her fingernails digging into her palms.

“As long as I can bring Wuchen back, whether it’s 30 missions or 300, I’ll do everything in my power!”

“Shuang’er, come down for dinner.” A loving voice called from downstairs.

Ye Wushuang turned and went down the stairs, finding her mother, Li Chunlan, preparing dinner in the kitchen, while her father, Ye Weiguo, helped out.

Li Chunlan was a middle-aged woman in her fifties, her face lined with years of hard labor on the farm. Ye Weiguo was two years older and a weathered farmer with a dark complexion.

He asked Ye Wushuang, “Be honest with Dad, is someone at school bullying you?”

Ever since she started high school, their daughter had been like a changed person, but no matter how much they questioned her, she denied it.

“No,” Ye Wushuang lied.

The original owner of this body had indeed been bullied at school.

“I can handle those things myself.”

Li Chunlan pressed on, “And what about the young master of the Shen family? How is he treating you? Have the Shens mentioned a date for your engagement ceremony?”

Ye Wushuang’s eyes flickered.

The young master of the Shen family referred to the only son of the Shen Group in Yancheng, and he was also her fiancé.

Given the Ye family’s standing, their engagement with the Shens was due to the long-standing connection between the two families’ grandfathers.

Back in the day, both grandfathers were villagers in Shiqiao Village, sharing a close bond like brothers. They made a pact to arrange a marriage between their respective grandchildren.

Due to certain circumstances, the child marriage was delayed to the generation of Ye Wushuang and the young master of the Shen family.

However, the Shen family’s business prospered, transforming them from humble villagers to prominent Yancheng aristocrats.

Following typical plotlines in plays, the Shen family should have outright rejected the engagement.

But Shen’s grandfather firmly believed in the merchant’s principle of integrity.

Not only did he not neglect the Ye family, but he also frequently sent gifts to them in the countryside.

Upon hearing that Ye Wushuang didn’t perform well in the high school entrance exam, he immediately arranged for her to attend Fei Niao High School, the best private, elite school in Yancheng.

He even said, with a hint of pride, that his grandson also attended Fei Niao High School, and they could cultivate their feelings together.

Unfortunately, the young master of the Shen family didn’t inherit his grandfather’s fine character.

For three years, the original owner of this body had been bullied at school, and the young master had never offered her a helping hand.

Furthermore, with the passing of Shen’s grandfather earlier this year, the engagement ceremony was up in the air.

“No need to rush,” Ye Weiguo said to his wife, “City folks have high standards, the young master of the Shen family might not look favorably upon our daughter. And our daughter doesn’t have to marry into the Shen family. It’s all up to her.”

“You’re right,” Li Chunlan agreed, “If Shuang’er isn’t willing, even if the Shens offer us a hundred million, we wouldn’t take it!”

Ye Wushuang kept her head down, eating silently.

This parental love felt unfamiliar to her.

After dinner, Li Chunlan went to Ye Wushuang’s bedroom and meticulously checked everything she needed for school, afraid she might have missed anything.

It wasn’t until Ye Wushuang succumbed to her sleepiness that Li Chunlan quietly turned off the light and left.

However, the moment she was gone, Ye Wushuang opened her eyes, her pupils glinting with a cold light in the darkness.

“There’s the scent of blood and gunpowder in the air.”

An assassin dances with death, their keen vigilance is their lifeline.

She was certain there was a gunfight in the hills behind her house. Feigning sleep, she dismissed Li Chunlan.

“Xia Country is different from other countries. Gun control is very strict. Besides the authorities, those who can possess firearms are not good people.”

“So, what’s going on in the hills?”

“A pursuit between the underworld and the righteous? A shootout between underworld factions?”

“No matter what, it could affect the safety of Li Chunlan and Ye Weiguo. They’re too close to this.”

A glint of ferocity flashed in Ye Wushuang’s eyes. She jumped out the window, moving like a panther in the night, heading towards the hills.

The system had retained her previous life skills as an international assassin. Soon, she found an elderly man behind a thicket of bushes, his thigh pierced by a tree branch.

He was gritting his teeth, beads of cold sweat pouring down his face. He dared not make a sound. The man was wearing a forest green uniform with a badge on his shoulder that made Ye Wushuang’s pupils dilate slightly.

She recognized the badge. It belonged to General Ji Hanhai, a founding hero of Xia Country.

In his youth, General Ji had led 300 soldiers to miraculously defeat an invading army of 100,000 on the border, using blood to protect the integrity of his nation, making his name known internationally.

Even Ye Wushuang admired this man.

So the question was, who dared to hunt down a senior military leader within Xia Country’s borders?

“I found you.”

(I found you, Mr. Ji.)

A burly, foreign man with a bushy beard and a silencer-equipped assault rifle emerged from around a corner, aiming it at Ji Hanhai’s heart.

“I’m sosorry,but as the saying goes here, ‘Take the money, Fix the trouble.'”

(I’m very sorry, but as the saying goes here, “Take the money, solve the problem.”)

Ji Hanhai gasped for breath, his hawk-like eyes fixed on the burly man, a wave of bitterness washing over him.

He’d spent his entire life in the military, only to die such a pathetic death.

“slap”

The sound of crushed leaves suddenly pierced the silence.

The burly man and Ji Hanhai turned to the left simultaneously, discovering an eighteen-year-old girl standing behind the tree, seemingly appearing out of thin air.

She was wearing a pink pajama top with a pattern of little white rabbits, her long hair flowing down her back. She was quite beautiful.

Except for her eyes, which seemed too calm, almost unnervingly so.

“Run!” Ji Hanhai grabbed the burly man’s leg, urging the girl to flee.

Protecting the people of Xia Country was ingrained in his very bones!

The girl must have been a villager passing by, unaware of the danger she was in!

“Shit!” The burly man kicked Ji Hanhai away, immediately pointing his gun at the girl, his finger on the trigger.

His superiors had warned him that the assassination operation couldn’t be witnessed by a second person!

Perhaps because the burly man was too intimidating, the girl bent her knees and squatted slightly.

Seeing this, a sneer twisted the burly man’s lips.

She must be scared! But then, in the next second.

The girl sprang like a compressed spring, rushing forward. With a swift roundhouse kick, she knocked the burly man to the ground, snatched the gun from his hand, pointed it at him, and pulled the trigger!

Puchi!

The gun fired, the bullet finding its mark instantly, striking the man’s brow.

Under the moonlight, the girl stood sideways, holding the rifle in one hand, her inky hair whipping wildly in the wind, the killing intent in her eyes undeniable, cold as death itself.

“You…you…”

Ji General stuttered, a rare occurrence for him!

This girl in a cute pajama top had actually disarmed a foreign assassin with her bare hands and killed him in retaliation?

If he hadn’t witnessed it with his own eyes, he wouldn’t have believed it was possible!

“Who are you?!” Ji Hanhai asked anxiously.