Resurrection from the dead

"What's going on? I'm not dead?"
Sitting up from the ground, Qin Bei gasped for breath and muttered to himself in disbelief. At this moment, the blood on the ground was still there, emitting an unpleasant smell, and his pale face was covered with bloodstains. He subconsciously touched his neck, and the previous stinging pain was gone, even the blood hole where the bullet had passed through disappeared. It seemed that everything just now was a dream, but the blood on the ground reminded him all...