Chapter 2

Feng Yang's face turned livid as he clenched his right hand and returned to Su Nan. He placed his right hand on the prop cabinet. The metal cabinet was scorching hot from the blaze, and the thick smoke all around made people cough constantly and struggle to breathe. Yet, protected by the Vengeful Ghost Talisman, Feng Yang felt nothing at all. With a slight exertion of his right hand, he easily lifted the cabinet, holding it at an angle that kept it from crushing Su Nan while still preventing him from crawling out. "Why did you want to kill me?"

Su Nan glared at Feng Yang through gritted teeth, his eyes brimming with hatred. Yet his body instinctively struggled to crawl out.

Feng Yang let go, and the heavy metal prop cabinet slammed back down. Su Nan cried out miserably again, his calves hurting so badly that they had gone numb. A nauseating smell of burning flesh drifted through the air as Feng Yang spoke again. "Either answer me, or burn to death here. I'm not noble enough to risk my life saving an enemy."

Feng Yang knew perfectly well that he was bluffing Su Nan. With Heaven's warning hanging over him, even if it cost him his life, he would never put the Vengeful Ghost Talisman in danger again. But Su Nan did not know what Feng Yang was thinking. In his eyes, Feng Yang was no longer his lover, but a cold-blooded Chen Shimei.

He really will let me burn to death here!

Su Nan stared at Feng Yang's face, filled with terror and resentment. His hatred-clouded mind finally cleared a little. Though he had no idea why he had been reborn into a burning haunted house, Su Nan was unwilling to die like this after all. In the end, he yielded.

"I had a dream." With his life hanging by a thread and no time to come up with a better excuse, Su Nan could only force himself to say, "I dreamed that the haunted house caught fire. I was disfigured, badly burned, and crippled while saving you. My parents also got into a car accident on their way to the hospital. I lost everything. You said you would take care of me for the rest of my life and treat me well forever, but after graduating from college, you married someone else. I went to demand an explanation from you, but your wife hired someone to... kill me."

As Su Nan reached the end, he seemed to recall the miserable state he had been in before dying in his previous life. His expression grew increasingly twisted, and the hatred between his brows deepened. His eyes looked ready to split, and his gaze was bloodshot as he glared at Feng Yang. Against the backdrop of the haunted house, he looked like a vengeful ghost crawling out of hell itself.

Feng Yang seemed unmoved. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Let's make a deal. I'll get you out, and you promise never to think of killing me again. You are not allowed to hurt my family either."

The latter condition was Feng Yang's true priority. In his previous life, after regaining consciousness, he had discovered in shock that he had opened his Yin-Yang Eyes at the brink of life and death. Over the next twenty years, he dealt with countless vengeful ghosts and wicked people. He had no reason to fear Su Nan's revenge. But Feng Yang's family was different. In his previous life, his parents and older brother had died tragic deaths because of him. In this life, Feng Yang would never again allow Su Nan's revenge to implicate his family.

"Of course I wouldn't hurt Uncle and Auntie!" Seemingly provoked by Feng Yang's words, Su Nan argued angrily, "Uncle, Auntie, and Brother Feng all treated me like their own son. I don't even have enough time to repay them. Do you think I'm like you?"

Feng Yang ignored Su Nan's angry defense. His dark eyes remained fixed on Su Nan. Forced by the situation, Su Nan had no choice but to lower his head. "I promise you. I won't think about killing you again, and I absolutely won't hurt Uncle, Auntie, or Brother Feng."

Su Nan did not notice that the instant he spoke, the Vengeful Ghost Talisman in Feng Yang's palm lit up once more. A faint, barely visible glow drifted out of Su Nan's body and floated into the Vengeful Ghost Talisman. This was a contract with a ghost. There could be no going back on it.

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Nan felt the weight on his body disappear. The metal prop cabinet crushing his legs was lifted again by Feng Yang. Before Su Nan could react, Feng Yang had already dragged him out from beneath it.

Su Nan relaxed and eagerly pushed himself up with his arms, but his legs had been badly crushed by the cabinet and could not support him at all. Panic rose in Su Nan's heart. If he had known Feng Yang was such an ungrateful bastard, he would not have deliberately taken Feng Yang away from the other students just to confess his feelings. In his previous life, because he liked Feng Yang, Su Nan had voluntarily shielded him when the prop cabinet fell. As a result, he had been too late to receive treatment and ended up disfigured and crippled. Moved by his life-saving grace, Feng Yang had clearly accepted his confession and promised to care for him for the rest of his life. Yet four years later, he fell for someone else and even allowed that vicious woman to hire someone to murder him.

Remembering the miserable state he had been in before dying in his previous life, Su Nan could not stop himself from trembling. With the heat and smoke all around him, he coughed incessantly, tears and snot streaming down his face from the choking smoke. He was utterly wretched.

Thinking that he had finally crawled out from beneath the prop cabinet, only to still burn to death in the haunted house because his legs would not move, Su Nan clenched his fists in despair. He hated himself for being so impulsive that, right after being reborn, he had tried to drag Feng Yang down with him in a mutual death. Feng Yang had emerged unscathed, while he was about to die all over again.

Why was Heaven so unfair? Why could someone like Feng Yang survive so luckily, while he had to face death again immediately after being reborn?

Su Nan's eyes turned red with hatred. Then he saw Feng Yang suddenly look at his right hand. With a strange expression, Feng Yang walked over, studied him for a while, then turned around and crouched down. "Get on. I'll carry you out."

Chapter 2

Su Nan stared at Feng Yang's back in utter astonishment, frozen for a long while without moving.

The fire around them grew fiercer and fiercer. Thick smoke billowed, and blazing flames nearly obscured the path ahead. There were even faint sounds of explosions in the distance—probably explosions caused by dust combusting inside the haunted house.

The air was filled with tourists' miserable screams and cries for help. Feng Yang frowned. He vaguely remembered that they should be in a corner at the very deepest part of the haunted house. In his previous life, Su Nan had claimed that he had something important to tell him, deliberately avoiding their classmates and the other tourists as they wound their way into the most secluded prop room in the haunted house. But before Su Nan could say anything, the haunted house suddenly caught fire. They instinctively ran outside, Feng Yang in front and Su Nan behind him. Then, for some reason, Su Nan went mad and suddenly lunged at him, shouting that he wanted to kill him. Naturally, Feng Yang would not let Su Nan go crazy. During their struggle, they knocked over a prop cabinet in the haunted house, and both of them were trapped beneath it. Su Nan was simply luckier; during the fight, Feng Yang had pressed him beneath his body. When they were finally rescued, Feng Yang had suffered moderate burns, been disfigured, and fallen unconscious, while Su Nan had only sustained minor injuries because Feng Yang had shielded him.