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Green liquid flowed onto the ground, accompanied by Fujihime's pitiful screams.

"You heartless bastard, even if you bring Ji Yu's reincarnation back and kill him, you will never be redeemed. The Underworld already knows that you brought Chu Fan here without permission, so just wait to go to the eighteenth level of hell."

hell?

Amidst the vastness of the world, Mu Yan threw his head back and laughed heartily.

Is there any place in this world more painful than that wound?

Impulsiveness is the devil

Author's Note: I, Hu Han San, am back again! I forgot this week is a double week, so I don't have class on Wednesday. Yay! I'll update when I get home! To commemorate my beloved's rare once-every-four-years birthday on February 29th, I got a haircut. The result, after three hours of work, was incredibly frustrating. This week, after returning to school, thanks to the caring advice of my understanding and sometimes sarcastic friends, I felt a strong urge to bang my head against the wall. Wow! My hair that I've kept for seven years! 555555 This chapter was written in a chaotic state of despair, with my hair broken, my liver aching, my spleen damaged, and my lungs oxygen-deprived. I don't even know if it can still be called an article. I hope everyone will forgive its shortcomings.

BY A certain Bing, who is currently crying because she reaped what she sowed.

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"Here you go." Chu Fan handed over the medicine bowl.

Mu Yan stared at the pitch-black liquid in the bowl, his expression puzzled. "What is this?"

"Medicine. To heal your wounds."

"Injury?" A more bewildered expression appeared on his face.

"In short, drinking it will be good for you."

Chu Fan scratched his head helplessly. This time, heaven really knew how this person had inexplicably collapsed at the door. He was clearly covered in injuries, yet he miraculously recovered overnight. If his physical recovery ability was so good, why didn't he recover his brain as well? Amnesia is something only seen in TV dramas.

"You really don't remember anything?" Chu Fan asked, unwilling to give up. He had finally decided to make the best of it, and now this person had appeared out of nowhere, giving him hope of going home again. Good heavens, this joke was too much! They'd sent him someone who only remembered his own name—wasn't this just shattering his hopes once more?

If this continues, Chu Fan fears he might really lose the will to hold onto the word 'hope'.

Chu Fan's irritated expression made Mu Yan's voice much softer and more apologetic as she replied, "I'm sorry."

"You've wronged me." Chu Fan suddenly became furious, his eyes wide with anger, which frightened the person on the edge of the bed into shrinking back into the corner of the bed.

Chu Fan was on the verge of collapse.

What is all this nonsense? Before losing his memory, he was such an arrogant and domineering person, but now he's acting like a frightened little deer?!

"Ahhhhhh!" Chu Fan roared in a frenzy.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Nan immediately dropped what he was doing and rushed into the room upon hearing the noise. Looking at the person huddled in the corner of the bed, trembling, Jiang Nan's headache was no less than Chu Fan's. "What are you shouting for?"

"I'm so annoyed!!! He just says he can't remember anything without considering that his twisted sense of humor has left one of us unable to go home and the other unable to close the case!!!" Chu Fan still believes that Jiang Nan is only pursuing Mu Yan in order to close the case.

Jiangnan himself seemed to have lost sight of his original purpose.

Mu Yan pouted, feeling wronged, and something glistened in her eyes.

Chu Fan rolled his eyes in exasperation, "I give up!!!"

"Huh?" Jiangnan was puzzled by this Chinese and English phrase from thousands of years later.

Chu Fan shook his head weakly and walked towards the door. He desperately needed fresh air to keep his cerebellum from suffocating.

"They're cooking rice on the stove, go check it out."

"Oh..." Before leaving, Chu Fan glanced back at the terrified person on the bed, then rolled his eyes with a wry smile. Why the hell am I so unlucky?!

Jiang Nan's shrewdness and experience far surpassed Chu Fan's. Faced with someone he had been searching for for twenty years, he wouldn't so easily believe that the person before him had truly lost his memory.

"You said your name is Mu Yan?"

"kindness."

"Don't you remember anything from before?"

"kindness."

Do you know how you got these injuries?

Shake head.

"Then how did you know I lived here?"

"I have no idea."

"Then why did you happen to fall down in front of my house?"

"You said it yourself, isn't it just a coincidence..."

"..." -_-!!!

"..."

"Alright, if you remember anything, just tell me right away. I'm the chief constable of the Six Doors. I'll check for any recent missing persons cases when we get back. Your family must be very worried."

"I have no family."

Unexpectedly, Jiangnan heard this answer: "Didn't you say you didn't remember anything from before?"

"Yeah, so even if they existed before, if I don't remember them, doesn't that mean they didn't exist for me now?"

"..." Jiang Nan was speechless again, but a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes.

Because Chu Fan was so shocked by Mu Yan's drastically different behavior, a pot of white rice turned into black rice crust.

Jiangnan took a couple of bites with a dark expression, but ultimately decided to leave early, citing official business as the reason, to protect his stomach.

Just kidding, your health is the foundation of everything, how can you ruin it like this?! (Or rather, what's being ruined is innocent white rice...)

Mu Yan's first bite landed on Chu Fan's face, and he shouted that there was no way there could be such a disgusting thing in the world.

Chu Fan wanted nothing more than to punch that exquisitely beautiful face, but in the end, he convinced himself to stay calm by using the far-fetched excuse that a man should know how to cherish a woman.

Chu Fan's frustrated expression—daring to be angry but not daring to speak out, daring to speak out but not daring to fight back—completely amused Mu Yan.

Mu Yan laughed with an unusually flamboyant and arrogant manner, bending forward and backward, her body trembling, and tears welling up in her eyes.

At this moment, Chu Fan was no longer angry, but instead remembered a certain ancient poem.

There is a beautiful woman in the north.

Unparalleled and independent.

A smile that could topple a city

Her smile could topple kingdoms.

Mu Yan suddenly slumped onto the table, burying her face in her arms. As if trying to suppress her laughter, a trace of crimson seeped from her tightly bitten lower lip.

"Hey—" Chu Fan thought something had happened to him again when he saw this.

When Chu Fan lifted his face, his movements stiffened for a moment.

"Why are you biting yourself?" Chu Fan's tone revealed a heartache he himself hadn't even realized.

Mu Yan had stopped smiling, and his eyes had regained the calm and indifference they had shown when they first met.

Chu Fan paused for another second. Just now, he had the illusion that a cold blast of air had passed straight through his body.

The change in Mu Yan's eyes vanished in the blink of an eye. He glanced at the white cloth Chu Fan had brought to wipe the blood from his lower lip, and immediately put on a disgusted expression, his delicate brows furrowing.

"W-What's wrong?" For some reason, Chu Fan felt a little scared.

"dirty."

Chu Fan stared blankly for a long time before realizing that Mu Yan was referring to the white cloth he was holding.

"No, I just washed it yesterday," Chu Fan explained innocently, and even checked it over and over again. "Look, it's so white and clean."

"Once something is tainted, no amount of washing will change its original state; it can never be restored to its original state."

"???" Chu Fan looked at Mu Yan's fingers, which had turned white from clenching his fists, and a thought that fit the logic of psychology popped into his mind: Could this guy have experienced something tragic in the past?

"Well, there's a saying, 'Let bygones be bygones,'" Chu Fan said, patting Mu Yan's shoulder reassuringly.

"Oh, yes, besides, I don't remember."

"Uh~" If Mu Yan hadn't reminded him, Chu Fan would probably have forgotten that the person in front of him had lost his memory.

Mu Yan smiled faintly, "Look at you, so young, and your memory is already so bad. When you get old, you'll definitely get Alzheimer's."

Things developed too quickly. Before Chu Fan could even process those vicious words, Mu Yan had already gone for his post-dinner walk.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Wait...you can't run around like that."

"I said, don't walk so fast—"

After an incense stick burns...

Chu Fan stood like a fool on the bustling street, speechless, questioning the heavens.

Where are they?

Mu Yan went straight back to his uniquely styled villa. At the base of the old tree in the yard, there were some animal prints scattered haphazardly.

Glancing at the fallen, withered vines, Mu Yan slammed his fist into the tree trunk.

Unexpectedly, the black panther he had raised from a cub betrayed him and released Fujihime.

Mu Yan forced a bitter smile. Even animals know how to betray; what else can be trusted?

Just as Chu Fan was struggling to find someone, a woman dressed in an eerie red outfit brushed past him, leaving behind a single sentence.

"Come with me if you don't want to die."

Chu Fan turned around abruptly, and the figure of the woman in red was faintly visible in the crowd.

"Tell me?" Chu Fan shrugged. "Why do I feel like I saw a black panther following behind that woman?"

Based on the fact that the black panther was 99.9999% similar to the only one Chu Fan remembered seeing, Chu Fan chased after the figure of the woman in red.

"Get out of here quickly." The woman in red, who called herself Teng Ji, said something that left Chu Fan completely confused.

"I also want to leave," Chu Fan said with emotion.

"I mean you have to leave where you live now, leave his side, and go as far away as possible."

"Him?" Chu Fan initially thought it was Jiang Nan, but after thinking for a moment, he asked, "You mean Mu Yan?"

"Don't believe anything he says. He brought you here for a purpose. He wants you to die by his hand in this lifetime."

Chu Fan blinked blankly, seemingly not understanding what he was saying. "What are you talking about?"