Lu Qihong had brought Jiu’er here, and had someone hold her hostage — worse, a knife was pressed against her throat, ready to kill her at any moment.

The moment Lu Feifan walked in and saw this scene, he already understood his father’s intention.

He wanted to use Jiu’er’s life to force him to strike down his own young uncle.

Father, why must you force him to do such a thing?

“It’s because you’ve always been soft-hearted and refused to listen to me. Otherwise, I would never have had to resort to this method.”

The way Feng Qiongcang looked at his own son had never held much warmth.

“Now, kill him immediately, or this girl will die right in front of you!”

He Muling pressed the knife in a little deeper.

A few more drops of blood slid down Feng Jiu’er’s neck.

This pain was many times worse than an ordinary wound.

Worse still, it wasn’t just pain — it brought terror with it.

Because the neck was so fragile, a person could die in an instant.

Jiu’er’s small face twisted in agony.

“Stop!” Lu Beicheng and Lu Feifan shouted at the same time.

Lu Feifan stared at Lu Beicheng, his fingertips trembling.

But Lu Beicheng suddenly stepped forward and threw a punch straight at Lu Feifan’s chest.

“Since you’re so determined to kill me, then let me kill all of you first!”

His voice, though as coldly composed as ever, now carried a trace of ferocity —

a ferocity Lu Feifan had rarely ever seen in him.

He hadn’t expected that when his young uncle finally struck, the force behind it would be this heavy.

Lu Feifan reacted as fast as he possibly could, but still failed to dodge Lu Beicheng’s punch.

With a thud, he was knocked to the ground.

Something slipped loose from inside his robe.

It was a chain.

Jiu’er looked at it, and her brows knit together.

This chain…

“Useless!” Seeing his son get hit, there was nothing but disappointment in Lu Qihong’s eyes — not a shred of concern.

“Get up now! Kill him!”

Lu Feifan gritted his teeth, climbed up off the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and was about to strike—

when suddenly Jiu’er let out a scream. “I understand now! I understand!”

That’s it — it must be this!

If it weren’t like this, why would the Twin Key and the Twin Lock have stayed with them all along?

“Feng Qiongcang, I understand now. I understand everything! This is your fatal weakness!”

This world is fake. Since it’s fake, then nothing here is anything to fear.

Even if I die in this world, I’ll come back to life in the real one.

So what’s there to be afraid of, from a knife?

“Get away!” Feng Jiu’er suddenly sprang up and ran toward Lu Feifan.

“Jiu’er!”

“Watch out!”

He Muling had no idea what was happening — she only knew that the knife in her own hand had slit Zhen Jiu’er’s throat.

It had really cut through!

She stared, frozen, at the blood-stained blade in her hand.

Before she could even register it, a sudden force struck her and sent her flying, slamming her against the stone wall with a crash.

She spat blood, collapsed, and everything went black — she couldn’t get up again.

“Jiu’er!” Lu Beicheng caught Feng Jiu’er as she fell, and seeing the blood gushing from her neck, his eyes instantly flooded with a scarlet hue.

“Jiu’er! Have you lost your mind?”

Lu Feifan rushed over too, grabbing her hand, his whole body shaking.

He and his young uncle were only putting on an act — why would she do this?

“Feifan, go get help! Call a doctor!” Lu Beicheng roared hoarsely.

But Jiu’er only stared at the Twin Lock hanging on Lu Feifan’s chest and rasped, “I’ve found… the way to break the seal on your memories.”