Carefully walking up to the person, Jack Dawson was certain that this man must be dead. He moved to the man's front, and when he saw the man's face clearly, the bag in his hand subconsciously dropped to the ground. He muttered to himself, "Could it be that I'm already dead?"

It was only after several breaths that Jack Dawson came to his senses—he was definitely not dead. But this dead man looked too much like him. No, it wasn't just a resemblance—they looked exactly the same.

Jack Dawson bent down, intending to carefully lay the man flat. As soon as his hand touched the man's body, the gray stone on his chest seemed to heat up, and a strange sensation surged in his heart. For no reason, a new sense appeared in Jack Dawson's consciousness: this man was his previous life.

Not only that, he could even vaguely grasp some of the man's memories. Or rather, because he touched the man, he vaguely recalled some things from his own past life.

Jack Dawson took out the stone he had just wrapped in cloth and hung around his neck, opened it, and examined it repeatedly in his palm. Passing through the void rift, actually appearing at the place where his previous life died, touching the body of his past self, and even being able to recall some things from his previous life—this definitely wasn't a coincidence. He suspected it was because of this stone that he could see his previous life's body.

After half an incense stick's time, Jack Dawson finally put the gray stone back against his body. In such a short time, he had experienced far too much: the extermination of his clan, seeing his previous life's body, obtaining the gray stone, passing through a bizarre void rift, and arriving in a place he had never even heard of...

What could be sadder or more absurd than this? After going through so much, he was no longer the Jack Dawson who still pined for Megan Bennett.

Letting out a long sigh, Jack Dawson opened the blue backpack not far away.

A few changes of clothes, some outdoor travel gear, some dry food, water, a map, and a compass. In addition, there was a wallet, a few books, and a small brown notebook.

Opening the wallet, there were several bills of Huaxia currency. He had never seen this kind of paper money before, but now that he saw it, he immediately understood what it was. Not only that, he recognized all the characters on the bills. It seemed he really had recovered part of his previous life's memories.

Besides these bills, the wallet also contained a few cards, a photo, a key, and a receipt for paid rent. The cards were bank cards, but no matter how hard Jack Dawson tried, he couldn't remember the passwords.

There was also an ID card, with the name Mark Dawson.

He took out the photo—it was a group photo. On the left was his previous self, Mark Dawson, and on the right was an extremely beautiful and elegant woman. The photo had clearly been torn and later taped back together.

In Jack Dawson's eyes, this woman's looks were not inferior to Megan Bennett, whom he had once loved, yet in the memories he recovered from his past life, there was nothing about this woman.

Jack Dawson put the photo back in the wallet. It seemed that in this life, he was doing even worse than in his previous one. At least in his past life, he had such a beautiful woman by his side, but in this life, even with his father stepping in, he, born into the Di family of Jiguo, still couldn't win Megan Bennett's affection.

He put the wallet in his pocket. Not to mention that this was his previous life's body to begin with—even if it wasn't, there was nothing wrong with him taking these things.

Jack Dawson opened the small brown notebook and immediately saw the words "divorce certificate."

Jack Dawson rubbed his hair. Whether in his past life or this one, his luck with women was never great. With a sigh, he organized all these things and put them into his bag.

After checking his belongings, Jack Dawson found a spot that looked pretty good and dug a pit. No matter what, he had to bury his previous life's body.

When moving his past self into the pit, Jack Dawson finally saw the fatal wound—a sharp stone half a foot long had pierced Mark Dawson's waist. Not only that, Mark Dawson's bones were broken in dozens of places. Jack Dawson looked at the cliff ahead and guessed that this must have been caused by falling off the cliff.

Burying himself—just thinking about it sounded absurd, but actually doing it was even more sorrowful.

Even in Jiguo, the idea of past lives was just a kind of spiritual comfort, but now it was happening to him for real.

Jack Dawson took a set of clothes, and buried the rest of the clothes, the phone, and even the big bag in the pit together.

Finally, Jack Dawson picked up that flower. In his previous life, he had held onto this flower even as he died. He decided to leave it here.

But as soon as Jack Dawson picked up the flower, his expression immediately became strange. He recognized this flower—it was called the Red Xue Flower.

In Jiguo, the Red Xue Flower was priceless. Even the daughter of King Brian Wood, Margaret Wood, if she had such a Red Xue Flower, even if her eyes lost their spirit, they could be restored with the Red Xue Flower. There would be no need to dig out his sister Dean Dawson's eyes for a replacement.

Holding the Red Xue Flower, Jack Dawson stared blankly for several minutes before finally putting it into his backpack as well.

After experiencing the extermination of his clan, Jack Dawson would never be as naive as before. He was certain that the destruction of the Di clan was not because his father had cursed Brian Wood.