Yang Jinsheng

Liu Lang hauled up Yang Zi, who was coughing up blood continuously.

Lan Shengyi panicked and screamed, "Stop! I'm calling the police!"

Liu Lang merely laughed. "Why would I be afraid of you calling the police? Do you think I'm a good person?"

A flash of cold light, and a fountain of blood burst from Lan Shengyi's neck.

Helplessly clutching her throat, she slowly slid down to the floor, blood gushing from between her fingers.

"Give me the answer." Liu Lang wiped the blood off his dagger and said casually, "The people watching all around don't dare to come over. If she doesn't stop the bleeding, she won't last long."

Yang Zi's mouth was full of bloody froth, unable to speak, but he nodded like a pecking chick.

Liu Lang took out an ampoule given to him by Liu Fei'er, jabbed it into Yang Zi's arm, and injected half of it. Yang Zi's wounds instantly healed by more than half.

"Quick, quickly give some to Shengyi too..."

Liu Lang shook his head.

Yang Zi slapped his thigh in anguish and urged anxiously, "Save her! If she dies, you won't get the Jade Ring Vase either!"

Was Lan Shengyi involved in this as well?

After injecting the remaining half into Lan Shengyi, she too was brought out of mortal danger.

"Talk." Discovering a smoked chicken in their bag, Liu Lang tore off a leg and began to chew.

Feeling helpless, Yang Zi thought to himself that he would rather be facing that Zhang Da instead. "It's a long story..."

Yang Zi met Yang Jinsheng during his youth. Yang was a primary school teacher with a passion for collecting antiques.

Among all his collection, there was a vase he cherished most. Although it was not a priceless treasure, he always felt a deep, soul-to-soul connection with it.

No matter what setbacks he encountered, just by speaking a few words to the vase, his mood would vastly improve.

As time passed, the rumor that he liked to talk to himself in front of the vase spread.

Yang Zi, who was a rebellious youth with no family discipline at the time, heard the rumor and, driven by curiosity, scaled the wall of Yang Jinsheng's courtyard under the cover of night.

He recognized the vase instantly.

For Yang Jinsheng was hugging the vase by the window, murmuring sweet nothings as if, in his eyes, the vase were a delicate and beautiful woman.

The scene was genuinely creepy, and young Yang Zi's heart failed him for a moment. But right then, illuminated by the desk lamp, a girl's exquisite face appeared on the surface of the vase.

The girl's eyes were half-closed, as if in a deep sleep.

That beautiful visage was deeply engraved into Yang Zi's heart.

That very night, taking advantage of Yang Jinsheng's deep sleep, he stole the vase.

The next day, discovering the vase was gone, Yang Jinsheng acted as if he had lost his parents, shouting like a madman, "My Jade Ring! Where is my Jade Ring?!"

It was only after Yang Jinsheng went mad that Yang Zi learned the vase was called the Jade Ring Vase.

On the third night after stealing the vase, Yang Zi had a dream. In the dream, the maiden inside the vase begged him to return her to Yang Jinsheng. They were lovers from a past life, and to see him again, she had willingly foregone reincarnation to inhabit the vase.

And in this lifetime, the two of them had finally met.

Yang Zi refused. "I like you too. Be my wife."

The maiden in the vase smiled. "You are