"Huh...huh..."

My eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, and my body's consciousness is gradually losing. Apart from my own breathing, I can no longer hear any sounds from the outside world.

The anesthetic has begun to take effect.

Jiang Xilin knew very well what would be injected into his body next.

Coagulants are agents that mainly act on human plasma proteins, causing blood to coagulate and produce thrombus, causing blood vessel blockage and eventual death.

This method of death will hardly change the face and facial expressions of the person being executed, and it can be regarded as giving the person being executed the last trace of human dignity.

I can no longer feel the existence of my body, and I can't keep my eyelids open. Although my consciousness is blurred, I am still there.

As expected, the coagulant has been pushed into my veins...

"So, is it time to start reflecting on my short life?"

Those memories that were still remembered, vague, or thought to have been forgotten began to surge, and they had never been so clear as before.

The anxiety of entering school for the first time in my life...

For the first time, I was asked about my dreams when I grow up...

The sadness of failing the college entrance examination...

The struggle to repeat reading...

The joy of finally entering a key university...

The hard work of entering a company after graduation...

The salary accumulated over the years of hard work is not worth the pain and self-blame of my mother's one week's medical expenses...

The anxiety and fear of transferring a huge amount of money into my account for the first time...

The joy of finally no longer having to face future twists and turns because of money...

…

"Classmates, what do you want to be when you grow up in the future?"

"doctor!"

"I want to be a teacher!"

"I want to be an astronaut!"

"pilot!"

"I want to be a scientist!"

…

Do you regret it?

It seems not. The property left behind is enough for his wife, children and parents to live comfortably for the rest of their lives.

Enough, this life is enough.

"If there is an afterlife... forget it, people like me, in the eyes of most ordinary people, should not be worthy of an afterlife, so there should be no afterlife."

…

Pain, pain as if the body is being torn apart.

Jiang Xilin's consciousness suddenly woke up from the fuzzy state.

"Didn't you say that lethal injection doesn't feel painful?"

"The anesthetic has expired? But theoretically, my blood should have coagulated and I should have died before the anesthetic expired?"

He tried hard to feel the body that was suffering the pain of being dismembered, and tried to open his eyes, but failed.

However, his hearing seemed to be gradually recovering, because he heard some conversations that seemed like gibbering.

"ηεκλίθγψΓΚΕΛ..."

"?γολθΛΝΞΣΤΨ..."

Jiangxi Lin:???

Russian? German? French? Or some other language? I don’t understand it at all.

Suddenly, a picture of a long queue of refugees trekking through the snowy fields appeared in his mind.

"Um???"

Jiang Xilin was even more confused. He was very sure that this was not a scene he had experienced or seen.

However, before he could be surprised and carefully reflect on this inexplicable memory picture, more unfamiliar memory pictures began to pour into his mind.

Huge airships floated in the gloomy sky; thick black smoke emerged from low chimneys; the king's army carried high-pressure gas tanks and spears, and marched out of the city gates in the face of the blizzard...

"this……"

The magical memory scene made Jiang Xilin forget his physical pain for a while.

He was sure that he had never experienced those scenes, and he had seen similar film and television works, but... those scenes were too real, as real as personal experiences.

"Are these all someone's memories?"

Severe pain struck again, interrupting Jiang Xilin's thinking.

He felt his body being roughly lifted up by two people, and then thrown into a box filled with unpleasant rotten substances.

There was a deep rumble with erratic bumps, and the sound of water flowing could still be vaguely heard.

It should be in a certain sewer.

"So, what was my body used for after my death? Research on memory retrieval or implantation? Or evil scientific experiments?"

Jiangxi Lin felt helpless. Although he had done many things that were considered "wrong" or "bad" from the perspective of ordinary people, he had never made a mistake in his organizational stance.

Thump thump thump…

A series of sounds of heavy objects falling into the water were heard, and Jiang Xilin also felt that he was slowly sliding in a certain direction.

…

"Are there so many? If this continues, you will catch all the homeless people in Dongting City sooner or later."

"Wouldn't that just solve the security problems of the Divine Court and the noble gentlemen!"

"But it will also attract the attention of the Divine Court Fighting Priests and the Kingdom's Night Knights."

"It doesn't matter. If something goes wrong, those high-ranking scholars will naturally solve it."

The former voice seemed a bit old, and had a hoarse sound that was like grinding sand.

The latter voice is much younger, and the tone is also very relaxed and casual, with strong confidence in the so-called learning.

Before Jiang Xilin had time to think about why he could suddenly understand their conversation, he felt like he was being "dumped" into the smelly ditch.

Yeah, like garbage.

The body did not sink to the bottom as expected, but floated in an unknown direction with the slow sewage.

…

"It should be these sudden extra memories that allow me to understand their conversation."

"Dongting City? Never heard of it? There are also Shenting and noble lords? Am I no longer in China?"

Jiang Xilin was thinking silently, while also sorting out the extra memories in his mind.

Through comparison and analysis, he roughly knew the identity of the original owner of these memories, and he also guessed that he might have traveled through time, into a poor person in a world where theology, science and magic, no, theology, science and arcana were mixed.

"He turns out to be a poor person."

Jiangxi Lin felt indescribably bitter in his heart, but he was not surprised. If fate is the collective cognition of all mankind, then it would not be an exaggeration even if "fate" threw his soul into an animal.

"Fortunately, this guy's parents died young, and now he is alone. There is no pressure or responsibility to force me to fight against the cognitive set of all mankind."

"What should I do in the future? Be a clergyman? However, although the status of a priest is high, the corresponding requirements are also very high. Moreover, my many years of atheistic education cannot make me a devout believer in a certain god."

Let alone the wealthy and wealthy aristocrats. In this backward society that combines slavery and feudalism, classes are completely solidified and promotion channels have long been blocked.

"So, science and arcane science...forget it, it's too much trouble. I'd rather set up a street stall if I have the chance."

Taking advantage of the fact that his consciousness could not control his body at this moment, Jiang Xilin began to think about what to do later.

No one would object to having one more life. After all, he was only in his early forties when he was executed by lethal injection in another world.
Chapter completed!