TSFLIP Chapter 622

Nahe said coolly, “I only do what’s fair.”

“You—!” Fengguang instinctively reached out to stop him from leaving, but the moment his ink-black eyes swept toward her—and she remembered how effortlessly he’d pushed her earlier—she quickly pulled her hand back. In a meek voice, she muttered, “Fine… I’ll do it, okay?”

Nahe’s tone didn’t soften in the slightest. “Given how cunning you are, I don’t think I can trust your word that easily.”

“I…” She gritted her teeth. “If I’m lying to you, may I be struck by lightning!”

As a cultivator, once you made an oath like that and broke it, heavenly retribution would follow. That’s why Lord Ziwei always emphasized to her and her sister: never swear lightly.

Nahe stopped in his tracks. A faint glimmer seemed to flash through his dark eyes. In that instant, he almost looked like a mischievous youth who had just gotten his way—but the expression vanished so quickly, it could’ve easily been a trick of the light.

Very few knew that Nahe—who was always considered cold, expressionless, and emotionless—harbored a deeply vengeful streak. If he were deceived, he’d always find a way to get even.

All along the way, he hadn’t missed her fear of ghosts. Maybe now she was desensitized after seeing so many, but that underlying aversion was still there. Forcing her to face something she hated made his wounded pride feel a little more soothed.

Fengguang now looked deeply unhappy. “If I catch that female ghost… how do I contact you?”

“Use this.” He handed her a black talisman. “Tear it, and I’ll appear.”

As soon as her fingers brushed the charm, he pulled his hand back immediately. She blinked, puzzled. What’s with this guy who looks like he has albinism? He really seemed to hate physical contact. I mean, I’m a recognized beauty… I’ve never met a man who avoided me like the plague.

Nahe said, “Close your eyes.”

“Oh… okay.” She obediently shut her eyes. A breeze seemed to brush her face, and in the next instant, she lost consciousness.

—

In an apartment in City A, a man and a woman were locked in a tense standoff.

Xia Yanyu stared at the man who had appeared out of nowhere. Her voice was cold. “You have a way to save Fengguang?”

“Of course.” The man gave a playful smile, charming enough to dazzle.

“Who are you? Why should I believe you?”

“My bad, my bad. I forgot to introduce myself to the beautiful lady,” the man said, ruffling his hair with a carefree laugh. “Hi, gorgeous. My name’s Yun Ji. I’m a senior at A University. I’ve shared a few sunflower seeds with Fengguang, so let’s just say… we’re kinda friends.”

Xia Yanyu wasn’t convinced. “You’re Fengguang’s friend? Funny—I’ve never heard her mention you.”

She knew all of Fengguang’s social connections like the back of her hand. Like most twins, they shared everything.

“Ah? She never mentioned me? Then I guess it was one-sided,” Yun Ji said with exaggerated disappointment. His handsome face took on a look of dejection—one that could easily make someone fall for him.

But Xia Yanyu wasn’t the kind of person to be swayed by a pretty face. She asked sharply, “How did you know something happened to Fengguang? And how did you know where we live?”

“I haven’t seen her for a week now. It wasn’t hard to guess something went wrong. As for your address—well, I’m not the only one who knows it.” He gave a cryptic smile. “That new lecturer, Jun Yu? He knows where you live, too, doesn’t he?”