It must be this. It must be!

So even if I die—

I will definitely come back to life.

Because everything here, right now, is fake.

“You wretched girl, don’t you dare talk nonsense!” Feng Qiongcang lunged forward from behind Lu Beicheng.

Jiu’er rasped, “Ninth Imperial Uncle, he—”

“Feifan, call a doctor!”

Lu Beicheng spun around and raised his fist to meet Feng Qiongcang head-on.

Lu Feifan was holding Feng Jiu’er up, fumbling for his phone.

But Jiu’er said, “Untie… the rope on my wrist.”

Lu Feifan only wanted to treat her wound, but the cut on her neck was so deep, and she had lost so much blood, that he… could taste despair.

“Quickly… untie it.” Jiu’er had studied medicine herself — she knew that with the carotid artery in her neck severed, she wouldn’t survive much longer.

But she had no intention of living out her life in this world at all.

As long as I go back, I’ll be fine.

I have to break the seal. I have to go back.

“Mu Mu…”

“Alright, alright!” Lu Feifan had already come to accept this name.

Mu Mu — though he had only heard it from her lips a handful of times —

he simply knew she was calling for him.

Lu Feifan untied the rope from Jiu’er’s wrist as fast as he could, then pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

Before the call connected, he saw Jiu’er holding out the chain she had just removed from her wrist, offering it to him.

“Trust me. The pendant on your neck, that lock… open it. Open this lock, and everything… can change. Open it… it…”

Lu Feifan took it from her.

There was still blood on the Twin Key — all of it hers.

He didn’t know whether to listen to her. Right now, the priority had to be getting her to treatment.

But she seemed utterly unafraid of death, insisting stubbornly that he insert the key.

The call connected, and the voice on the other end kept calling out: “Third Young Master, where are you? Where is Young Master Jiu? Where are you all? Third Young Master? Third Young Master…”

Jiu’er rasped, “Hurry, open the lock. I… can’t hold on much longer… hurry…”

Lu Feifan took a deep breath and finally dropped the phone, picking up the Twin Key.

At the same time, he lifted the pendant hanging on his own neck — the Twin Lock.

Feng Qiongcang roared in desperation, “Stop! Feifan! Stop! I command you to stop! I’m your father, you must listen to me — stop!”

He looked half-mad, trying to charge forward to stop him.

But he simply couldn’t get past Lu Beicheng.

He hadn’t expected that this fellow — crippled for so many years, only just now managing to stand again — could still fight this well!

How was he doing it?

Feng Qiongcang was nearly driven mad with rage.

He couldn’t even beat this utterly ordinary mortal!

“Feifan, you mustn’t open this lock. You mustn’t. Listen to your father, listen—”

In one careless moment, Feng Qiongcang was knocked to the ground by a punch from Lu Beicheng.

But he scrambled back up at once, charging forward like a madman to try to snatch the Twin Lock and Twin Key from Lu Feifan’s hands.

Feng Jiu’er let out a breath of relief.

She had guessed right.

Otherwise, Feng Qiongcang wouldn’t be this desperate.

“Hurry, open it. I… I can’t hold on… Mu Mu…”

She looked at Mu Mu, but the lock and key in her field of vision had gone terribly blurry — she could barely make them out anymore.

Lu Feifan finally listened to her and inserted the Twin Key into the small hole of the Twin Lock.

“NO—”

Feng Qiongcang let out a gut-wrenching scream, but he was powerless to stop it.

Before their eyes, a flash of white light streaked past.

The last of Feng Jiu’er’s strength drained away completely.

Her eyes closed, and she fell into unconsciousness.