"Girl."

Lin Fan looked up and put her phone back in her pocket. "What's up?"

"Go to the yard and help me bring the towels in."

"Okay."

Lin Fan walked to the yard. Ouyang Yu stood at the door like a statue. Lin Fan found the towels and was about to leave when Ouyang Yu turned to look at her. In the dark, his gaze was unclear.

Lin Fan felt a chill on her scalp, grabbed the towels, and dashed back to the kitchen. After tidying up the dishes, Ouyang Yu was nowhere to be seen. Lin Fan pressed her temple and took out her phone to text Qin Feng.

"Are you coming—" She hadn't finished typing when a piercing scream sounded in the distance, making Lin Fan stand up abruptly. Her grandmother came out, "What are you standing there for? Go to your room and sleep."

Another terrifying scream echoed, the sound chilling and full of pain. Lin Fan swallowed and looked at her grandmother, "Did you hear anything?"

"Nothing at all, silly child."

A woman's voice, screaming, seemingly begging for help. Lin Fan's heart ached, and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated. Her mind went blank, and she could only feel excruciating pain.

"Girl?"

Lin Fan turned and walked outside.

"Girl?"

Her grandmother called her name, but Lin Fan walked on as if she didn't hear.

The screaming got closer. Lin Fan tripped over a tree root and fell into a mud pit, waking up with her face covered in dirt. She wiped the dirt off her face, got up, and started running back. She was in a daze, but halfway there, she stopped suddenly. A cold gun barrel was pressed against her head. She looked at the person in front of her—it was Ouyang Yu's driver.

"Miss Lin, Mr. Ouyang wants to see you."

Lin Fan stared at him. The man was expressionless. He pressed the gun barrel harder against her head, "Please."

Lin Fan bit her lip and swallowed her anger. She had a knife, but he had a gun—there was no comparison.

"Illegal possession of firearms can get you up to three years in prison. Threatening with a gun—"

"I don't study law. No need to educate me."

Lin Fan: "..."

"You don't have to go." The man started to press the trigger, "You are no longer important to Mr. Ouyang. I can take your life anytime."

No longer important? Because she was with Qin Feng? What was he planning? What role did she play in all of this?

"I'll go. Who said I wouldn't?" Lin Fan desperately tried to recall the details of her dreams, but there were too few. The fragments were too scattered. She seemed to have guessed wrong about the relationship between Ouyang Yu and the princess last time. Maybe Ouyang Yu wasn't even part of this story?

Lin Fan was escorted by the gun to a familiar path, getting closer to her home until she saw her front door. She swallowed hard. Why here?

Her mind raced, but she couldn't figure it out.

"Go in."

Lin Fan was pushed, stumbling through the door.

"Take out your knife and throw it on the ground."

The light in the main house was on. Lin Fan glanced at the man, took out a short sword from her pocket, and threw it on the ground. "Is that okay?"

The man kicked the sword away and gestured with the gun, "Go in."

Lin Fan glanced at him, pushed open the door to the main house.

Inside, candles were lit everywhere, and the air was thick with the smell of decay. Lin Fan rubbed her nose and looked at a corner of the house where Ouyang Yu sat cross-legged, eyes closed.

This old monster, Lin Fan cursed in her mind.

"Go in," the driver urged.

Lin Fan stepped in, and the door behind her suddenly closed. She turned quickly.

"Sit down."

The chilling voice penetrated her scalp, making her head throb. Lin Fan clutched her head, nearly vomiting, "What do you want?"

"Sit down."

"What do you want?" Lin Fan suddenly raised her voice. She couldn't take it anymore. The suppressed emotions surged up. She kicked away the candles and tried to rush towards Ouyang Yu. Her body froze, unable to move.

Ouyang Yu opened his eyes, his dark gaze intimidating. "I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it. Now, the opportunity is gone."

Lin Fan didn't understand, her head felt like it was going to explode. "Ah!"

Her body felt like it was being torn apart, as if she was being thrown into boiling oil. The pain was excruciating, but she couldn't escape. She couldn't move, and the agony piled on. Lin Fan's mind was blank. She was crying uncontrollably, shouting incoherently, "Qin Feng, save me! Qin Feng! Ouyang Yu, you old monster! Eunuch!"

Ouyang Yu cast a spell, and Lin Fan instantly fell silent, her face twisted in pain.

A woman's sharp, fierce face appeared, "You are me! Give me back my life!"

A man's piercing laugh followed, "Lin Fan, I am you! Your life is given by me."

Lin Fan couldn't recognize herself. She felt her soul and body being torn apart, the pain was immense. Her neck veins bulged, her face contorted, teeth clenched, eyes bloodshot.

Years ago, Ouyang Yu put her soul into this body, extending its life. She was just a wandering ghost, and without Ouyang Yu's help, she would have been annihilated. "Don't touch what isn't yours."

The second spell struck, and Lin Fan let out a horrific scream. Ouyang Yu watched her coldly, then closed his eyes, his voice low and tender, "Princess, wait for me."

He looked up, his gaze sharp, and cast the third spell.

Hell on earth, Lin Fan could only think of this phrase. She saw countless ghosts, all rushing at her. They died in horrific ways, each with their own grievances.

Lin Fan saw her father, her mother, and countless others. They all rushed at her, seemingly wanting to tear her soul apart.

She remembered—she was originally a wandering ghost.

That day, he asked her if she wanted to be reborn.

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She entered this body, and he held her in his arms, saying, "I give you life. To live, you must listen."

Back then, she adored this beautiful uncle.

Cold water surged from all sides, filling her nose, ears, and mouth, making it hard to breathe. Ouyang Yu infused a soul into her body, and Lin Fan screamed in agony, pleading with Ouyang Yu. She just wanted to live, not suffer this torment.

Her heart burned as the foreign soul merged, the pain reaching its peak, and Lin Fan lost consciousness.

That time, her soul stayed underwater for a long time until she was six.

She became a normal person, forgetting past causes and effects, losing her memory.

Lin Fan suddenly let out a piercing scream, "Ah!"

Qin Feng's mind was on fire as he sped down the highway, driving like a madman. In nearly thirty years of life, he had never lost control like this. He gripped the steering wheel, his hands forming tight fists.

Gritting his teeth, he called Ouyang Yu, but Ouyang Yu was temporarily unreachable. He tried calling Lin Fan, but there was no service. Qin Feng took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He stopped the car at the village entrance, pulled out his gun, and unlocked the safety. As he walked forward, he saw Lin Fan's grandfather.

"What are you doing here?"

"Where's Lin Fan?"

"She just went out and hasn't come back, probably went home."

Qin Feng gritted his teeth. Suddenly, a horrific scream echoed from the distance—it was Lin Fan. His heart leapt as he sprinted towards the sound. He kicked the door open, and when the driver tried to stop him, Qin Feng grabbed his wrist, threw him over his shoulder, and strode towards the main house.

He kicked the door open and saw Lin Fan lying in the middle of the room and Ouyang Yu standing. Qin Feng immediately pointed his gun at Ouyang Yu. "What did you do to her?"

Ouyang Yu turned and smiled, "This body never belonged to her."

Qin Feng fired, and Ouyang Yu blocked the bullet with a wave of his hand. The bullet went through his arm and hit his shoulder. Stumbling back, Ouyang Yu knocked over a table with candles, his face changing. "Who exactly are you?"

Qin Feng looked at Lin Fan, his expression rigid, devoid of emotion.

He knelt down and picked Lin Fan up. Blood was at the corner of her mouth, and with trembling hands, he wiped it away. Her body was still warm, but she was no longer breathing. Qin Feng wiped away the blood, "Fan Fan?"

Ouyang Yu coughed, blood gushing out as he clutched his shoulder, laughing, "If it weren't for you, she wouldn't have died so early."

Qin Feng held Lin Fan tightly, her body limp in his arms. He pressed his face against hers. Her body grew colder, and Qin Feng wanted to wake her. His lips trembled. "Fan Fan?"

"She's already dead. Is holding onto that corpse meaningful?" Ouyang Yu sneered, blood flowing quickly. His powers were useless now. Qin Feng wasn't an ordinary person. Who was he?

Qin Feng's eyes were bloodshot. He placed Lin Fan gently on a clean spot on the floor, then stood and walked towards Ouyang Yu, his gaze deep and cold. "How many people have you killed?"

"What does it matter to you?"

"What's your motive for killing?"

"I kill because I want to."

"Was the heart-extraction case in Jiangcheng your doing?"

"So what if it was? So what if it wasn't?"

Qin Feng took a step forward, pressing the gun to Ouyang Yu's head, his eyes cold and full of killing intent. "Why did you kill Lin Fan?"

"I didn't kill her. She wasn't even human. I just let her live for a few more years. You should thank me."

Qin Feng struggled to suppress his rage, not pulling the trigger. He was a police officer. "Damn it!"

Ouyang Yu laughed, indifferent, "Don't forget your identity. You're a cop. You need evidence to solve a case. Lin Fan suddenly died of a heart attack. What does that have to do with me?"

Qin Feng punched him in the face, knocking him to the ground, toppling candles. Qin Feng stepped on his neck, pressing the gun to his chin. "Give Lin Fan's life back."

Ouyang Yu's gaze deepened, lying on the ground, his eyes crazed. "She never had a life to begin with. This was her fate."

Qin Feng wanted to kill him, but he couldn't yet. "I'll say it again, bring her back."

His driver rushed in, pointing a gun at Qin Feng. "Put the gun down."

Qin Feng snapped back, grabbing his wrist and disarming him. The driver swung a fist, but Qin Feng kicked him in the chest, sending him crashing into the doorframe, struggling to get up. Qin Feng turned, aiming the gun at Ouyang Yu again. "Give her life back."

"She was disobedient and vanished," Ouyang Yu sneered, spitting blood. "Kill me if you can. Are you from the Qin family? Qin family! Haha!"

Qin Feng's throat bobbed, his expression dark. "You only have one soul. Did you ever think where the remaining souls are? Without a complete soul, she can't reincarnate. Ouyang Yu, you've been smart all your life, how could you be so foolish now? How could Lin Fan not be her?"

Ouyang Yu's eyes bore into Qin Feng.

Qin Feng's expression didn't change, speaking slowly and deliberately. "Return her soul to me. If she's separated from her body too long, she'll truly die."

Ouyang Yu was stunned. "What did you say?"

"Where in the world can there be two identical fates?" Qin Feng restrained his murderous intent. He had to gamble to save Lin Fan. "Ouyang Yu, don't you understand yet?"

Ouyang Yu was dumbfounded, frozen.

"Give me her soul back."

Ouyang Yu's face turned ashen. After a long pause, he spoke despondently, "The soul has been annihilated! It's gone! How is that possible? I don't believe it, how could it be... You lied to me!" He roared, his eyes bloodshot. "You're all liars!"