"Little Li, bring me the gun, I'm going to kill her!" said the Little He on the left. "Little Li, bring me the gun, I'm going to kill her too!" said the Little He on the right simultaneously. At this moment, Zhou Huan slowly opened his eyes and burst into a triumphant, booming laugh.

All four disciples were quite taken aback by Zhou Huan's laughter; he rarely laughed so wildly. Had he found some great treasure? "Master, what's wrong?

Why are you laughing?" Shi Bingyuan asked, moving forward to check if Zhou Huan had gone mad. Zhou Huan widened his eyes, staring at the approaching Shi Bingyuan: "You don't need to check me. I am your master, and I haven't gone mad.

I am simply laughing because Xiang Jiao's acting is truly atrocious. An amateur might be fooled, but I, Zhou Huan, watch with my heart. I won't say which one is Xiang Jiao right now, but I still hope one of you will step forward voluntarily.

I, Zhou Huan, will give you a chance for rebirth." "Brother Huan, it's me, I'm real!" The two Little Hes spoke almost simultaneously, their expressions identical. Zhou Huan immediately smiled, then said, "How about this, let's play a game. My Little He is a police officer; she handles a gun with exceptional speed, and her stance will be incredibly stable and precise." Zhou Huan then beckoned Little Li over, whispered something into his ear, and Little Li returned to his distance.

Zhou Huan then addressed the two Little Hes: "Look, I won't bully Miss Xiang Jiao. My Little He is a police officer. No matter what handgun you two have produced, I trust my Little He can handle it like a mere toy.

We will pick two identical guns from those you provided. When I say 'go,' Little Li will toss them. Both guns will be thrown at the same time.

After catching the gun, you must both strike a pose for me. Do you understand? And you will do exactly as I say.

Whoever fails to comply is considered lost!" Zhou Huan’s eyes darted back and forth between the two Little Hes. "Fine, no problem, let's do it. With so many people here, I don't believe I can't prove I'm the real one," the Little He on the left said confidently.

The Little He on the right echoed her words, adopting a ready stance: "Come on, we're ready!" "Good, Little Li, toss the guns!" Following Zhou Huan's command, two semi-automatic rifles he held were thrown into the air. Both Little Hes leaped high simultaneously, catching the two guns mid-air, then landed and spun around to strike a pose facing Zhou Huan, both aiming their gun barrels squarely at him. Zhou Huan then commanded, "Listen to my order, fire at me!" The Little He on the right, holding her gun, heard Zhou Huan's words and abruptly pulled her weapon back, shouting, "Don't joke around with yourself!" The Little He on the left also retracted her gun: "Are you crazy?

This is no laughing matter!" As the two Little Hes were hesitating, Zhou Huan slowly stood up, walked in front of the two women, grasped the muzzles of both guns with both hands, and pointed both barrels at his own head, declaring, "If you are the real Little He, you must shoot. Otherwise, I won't marry you when we get back!" "Bastard!" After the Little He on the left cursed, she pulled the trigger. The Little He on the right also squeezed hers.

Two shots rang out, leaving only two white spots on Zhou Huan's head. Zhou Huan then spread his arms and gave the Little He on the left a deep embrace: "My dear, I'm truly sorry, but both of you really need to go back now!" Shi Bingyuan saw clearly: as Zhou Huan spoke, two thin acupuncture needles, which he had taken from Li Guang, were clenched in his hand. He swiftly inserted these two needles into the Mingmen acupoint of the Little He on the left, murmuring softly, "Your illusion technique has reached its zenith, but fake is fake; it can never become real." "Zhou Huan, you tricked me!" The Little He on the left recoiled, falling onto the ground next to Li Guang.

She then wiped her face with her hand, and her entire appearance transformed. Fortunately, the true face of Xiang Jiao possessed a unique kind of beauty, one suggesting a profound solitude, perhaps the muted pain of a recluse. Xiang Jiao sat on the ground, teary-eyed, looking at Zhou Huan: "I truly don't know how you saw through it.

There was almost no difference between us; how could you..." "You don't need to rack your brain trying to figure that out. I suspected you from the beginning. Every expression you made while speaking failed to convey that unique affection you hold for me, Zhou Huan.

Especially in that last instant when the guns were fired—you acted as if you didn't care if I lived or died. Did you truly want to kill me?" Zhou Huan retorted to Xiang Jiao. Xiang Jiao laughed sadly, "It wasn't that I wanted to kill you, but that I desperately wished to.

If I can't kill you in this life, I will kill you in the next." Zhou Huan reached out and took two magnets from Tian Xiong. He then used one magnet to test the gun in Xiang Jiao's hand—smack, the magnet stuck firmly to it. He then tried to bring the other magnet near the gun held by Little He, but it wouldn't adhere at all.

"Do you see? I arranged this with Little Li earlier. One gun was one you made yourselves, and the other was a police issue.

At the time, I just wanted to see who would struggle when catching the gun, but unexpectedly, you both caught them so smoothly. It seems the property has returned to its rightful owner!" Zhou Huan explained his reasoning to Little He. Xiang Jiao's expression darkened; she said nothing, instead gazing tenderly at Zhou Huan: "Zhou Huan, remember me, Sun Xiang Jiao.

The moment I first saw you, I was strongly attracted to you, you handsome devil. It's a pity we are enemies; otherwise, I would have certainly pursued you thoroughly." "You're something else. You like ** that much?

Wasn't one Li Guang enough?" Zhou Huan asked coolly. Xiang Jiao gave a bitter smile, a smile that carried feelings of helplessness and distress, of sorrow and despair. "Li Guang was useless.

I've never sought anyone else; I am still a virgin. To be honest, I borrowed my son. But since he died, it's his bad luck for not inheriting the Sun family fortune," Xiang Jiao reminisced, though perhaps only in thought.

Zhou Huan was greatly astonished by Xiang Jiao's words. Could she be lying to him? But her expression suggested otherwise.

How did the whole affair unfold? This... Zhou Huan pondered continuously, his eyes constantly tracking Xiang Jiao's face.

What he observed was that she spoke without the slightest hesitation or pause; there was only the sincerity of someone who had let go of everything. "Miss Sun, then I, Zhou Huan, must properly ask you: what exactly is the story between you and your Li Guang?" Just as Zhou Huan finished asking, Li Guang, who had collapsed, began to stir, attempting to climb up again. However, the methods of the two vengeful spirits were quite effective; they brought their fists down hard onto Li Guang's neck.

But at that precise moment, the talisman in Li Guang's hand ignited, and a burst of fire repelled the two evil spirits far away. Li Guang stood up, proclaiming loudly, "Sun Xiang Jiao, stop talking. Please leave me some dignity!" "Hmph, leave you dignity?

When have you ever given me any dignity? How have I managed these past ten years, ah!" As Xiang Jiao spoke, thick streams of yellow fluid began to pour from her mouth, followed by bright red blood. Seeing the blood, Li Guang rushed forward, intending to wipe the fresh blood from Xiang Jiao's mouth, but Dong Zi, who couldn't stand Li Guang, seized the handle of a pickaxe and brought it down hard, knocking Li Guang flat to the ground again.

"Damn it, why do you always have to butt in when Brother Huan is talking? So damn annoying!" Dong Zi cursed incessantly as Li Guang lay quietly on the ground. Zhou Huan glared fiercely at Dong Zi: "You interfere everywhere.

Get out and help gather all these wandering spirits one by one. Remember, not a single ingot or red horse is to be missed." "Oh, understood!" Dong Zi shivered slightly at the look on Zhou Huan's face, then turned and hurried off to collect the souls. Zhou Huan squatted down, looking directly at Xiang Jiao: "Since things have escalated to this point and the police are involved, it seems you cannot escape the net of the law.

Since the police are right here, just state your whole story. They can record it now, saving the trouble of having to interrogate you later." "Interrogation? Hahaha.

Let me tell you all, you heartless brutes who know nothing of pity for a fair lady." Xiang Jiao found a chair, sat down slowly, leaning heavily back against it, her eyes tightly closed. Tears suddenly rolled down her cheeks. She looked at Zhou Huan, then at Little He, sobbing continuously.

Xiang Jiao cried for nearly ten minutes before her sobs subsided. She exhaled deeply: "Alas, this appearance is my true form. I am the illegitimate daughter of my family's old master.

Back then, my mother constantly caused trouble here trying to secure a share of the estate. Eventually, the Old Master whipped her and drove her out. My stepmother, the Old Master's legal wife, had a son.

Perhaps because of this, the Old Master only provided for our basic living needs but drove my mother and me out of the villa, forcing us to live on a mountain in the suburbs—the same mountain I visited a few days ago. I wasn't married then, and my mother desperately hoped I would marry soon, but she passed away before she could see me wed." "Oh, is that why you were wearing a wedding dress when you went to the mountain that day?" Zhou Huan asked Xiang Jiao. Xiang Jiao smiled faintly, two dimples appearing between her cheeks: "Yes.

Every year around this time, I go to the mountain to mourn my mother. The place I went that day was where my mother died of rage fueled by emotion." "Then what is your story with Li Guang?" Zhou Huan pressed. "Li Guang was just a small-time hoodlum back then.

He saved me once, so I married him. But who knew he was actually castrated? He had problems with his manhood since childhood and had it removed.

So, regarding the matter of intimacy between men and women, despite my beauty, I have never experienced it," Xiang Jiao confessed, then her eyes suddenly glazed over. Everyone present was stunned. Zhou Huan, with Little He in his arms, burst into loud laughter.

Then Xiang Jiao shook her head and continued recounting her history.