"What are you doing?!" cried Xiang Aoting in shock, quickly pulling Shi Jin's hand away and embracing his body to move him away from Li Jiuzheng. He snatched the knife from Shi Jin's hand and threw it aside, turning to Li Jiuzheng and saying, "Xiao Jin has lost his mind, have you lost yours too? Stay calm!"

After speaking, he put Shi Jin on the bed, covered him with a blanket, touched his face, and forced him to look at him. He said, "Xiao Jin, look at me. It's okay now. Calm down. You're safe now. Calm down."

Shi Jin's eyes gradually regained clarity. He realized belatedly that he had been influenced by the memories and emotions of the original owner again. He raised his hand and pressed his forehead in pain, saying, "I want to see Lian Jun. Where is he? I want to see him."

Xiang Aoting quickly took out his phone and called Lian Jun.

Li Jiuzheng looked at Shi Jin's weak and uncomfortable appearance now, and tightly squeezed his hand.

......

Lian Jun quickly arrived and hugged Shi Jin.

Uncle Long was both anxious and angry, but had no choice but to let Lian Jun wear a mask as a compromise. Shi Jin started to feel drowsy again and fell asleep in Lian Jun's arms after a while. Lian Jun gently stroked his hair and comforted him until he was completely asleep before putting him back on the bed.

After calming Shi Jin down, Lian Jun went outside the medical room and took off his mask. He looked at Li Jiuzheng and Xiang Aoting waiting outside and asked, "What happened? You just arrived and stimulated Shi Jin like this. What did you say to him?"

Xiang Aoting furrowed his brows and replied, "We didn't say anything. It seems like Xiao Jin had a nightmare and suddenly woke up."

"He's afraid of me," Li Jiuzheng suddenly spoke, his tone flat as if talking to himself. "He's afraid I'll kill him. How could he not be afraid of me? I once took him to Rong City when he was injured and couldn't resist. I almost killed him in the cemetery."

"Jiuzheng," Xiang Aoting called out to him in a deep voice.

Li Jiuzheng turned his head to look at him, his eyes straight and direct. "He remembers everything about that day, what I was wearing, everything I did... Fourth Brother, am I done for?"

"That's enough," Lian Jun interrupted their conversation, turning to look at the door of the medical room. "I don't care what your intentions were for coming here, but I do know that Shi Jin wants to have a reunion dinner with all of you. Don't ruin his expectations. Number One, take them to the guest rooms to rest."

Standing behind him, Number One immediately stepped forward and gestured for Xiang Aoting and Li Jiuzheng to follow him out.

Xiang Aoting glanced at the door of the medical room, then at Lian Jun, furrowing his brow. He grabbed Li Jiuzheng, who didn't want to leave, and led him out of the medical room.

......

Shi Jin was dragged into a dream with a dark and gray tone.

In the dream, he lived in Li Jiuzheng's private hospital, his consciousness sometimes clear and sometimes muddled. The only smells he could detect were the scent of medicine and disinfectant, and the only sounds he could hear were the medical instruments. When he opened his eyes, all he could see was the dreary and monotonous hospital room.

No one spoke to him. Oh, wait, there was one person.

Tap, tap...the sound of leather shoes tapping on the ground faintly echoed.

He trembled, opened his eyes, and looked at the door in terror. The sound of footsteps faded away, and the door handle turned. A figure in a white coat appeared behind the door.

"The nurse said your mental state is very unstable," the demon approached, speaking in a cold, mechanical tone. "This won't do. You need to rest well in order to recover. Shi Jin, you can't die yet."

No, it's impossible. The car accident damaged his organs, and he's about to die. His organs are failing bit by bit, even a god can't save him. He doesn't want to live another moment--

A surgical knife was extended in front of him, gleaming with a cold light.

"Does it hurt?"

He looked at the blade in front of him, sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Do you want to be released?"

His lips moved, but he couldn't say anything.

A familiar yet unfamiliar face leaned in and asked, "Shall I help you end it all?" The eyes were cold, the tone was cold. "Is it too painful? Shall I help you end it all?"

He closed his eyes, not wanting to see that expression on the face.

"I am your brother, of course I will help you."

The face was touched by fingers that felt as cold as ice, not quite human. The fingers moved slowly, stopping at the pulse on the neck.

'But if you die, what will I do?'

The fingers and the strong smell of disinfectant left. He opened his eyes again and looked at Li Jiuzheng, who had stood up straight. Hatred filled his eyes.

Li Jiuzheng looked back at him and suddenly smiled. He bent down, picked up a bottle of medicine, opened it, and injected it into the medicine he was already injecting.

"You are my only little brother, a gift sent to me by heaven," said Li Jiuzheng, as he watched the medicine slowly flow into his body through the tube, a satisfied expression on his face. "Go to sleep now, be a good boy."

The cold medicine flowed into his body, and drowsiness gradually overtook him. He tried to keep his eyes open to see Li Jiuzheng's expression, but suddenly his eyes were covered by the other's hand.

"Don't look at me like that with those eyes," came the devil's whisper, with an emotion he didn't understand. "I can't help but take you to hell with me. You are a gift, Xiao Jin, I won't let you go."

Darkness descended.

The sound effects of mahjong faintly came through, and Shi Jin's consciousness suddenly broke free from the dream, slowly opening his eyes and turning his head towards the direction of the mahjong sound.

Lian Jun held his tablet and watched him quietly. When he looked over, Lian Jun reached out and touched his head, saying, "The fever has gone down, but you slept for a long time. Uncle Long said it's best for you to get up and move around a bit after waking up. It's not good for your body to lie down all the time."

Shi Jin closed his eyes and leaned his head against Lian Jun's palm.

"Your brothers have all arrived and are making a reunion dinner for you in the kitchen. Do you want to go see?" Lian Jun touched his forehead and asked gently.

Shi Jin opened his eyes, squinted and thought about the scene in his dream, then nodded.

Lian Jun stood up from the wheelchair and helped him up, leading him to the bathroom to freshen up before continuing to lead him outside.

"Your legs..." Shi Jin looked at his legs with concern. Lian Jun squeezed his hand and said, "Don't worry, Uncle Long gave me a new medicine recently. It won't hurt."

Shi Jin nodded and held his hand back, poking him in his heart, "Before attacking Li Jiuzheng, I dreamed of the original owner's death scene... It was really scary, the feeling of death is not good at all."

"Jin Jin..." Xiao Si's tone was worried.

"I'm fine," Shi Jin reassured himself, slowly regaining his composure from the dark dream. "These things always need to be overcome, and this reunion dinner is a great opportunity... Just keep an eye on me and if necessary, paralyze my physical movements so I don't do anything irreparable."

In his final moments, the original owner's mind was consumed with thoughts of revenge and taking his brothers down with him. If those emotions took over, he knew he would be done for.

Xiao Si nodded silently, then after a moment of silence, suddenly asked, "Jin Jin, did I do something wrong?"

The question seemed random, but Shi Jin understood its meaning. He glanced at Lian Jun walking beside him and replied, "No... Thank you for giving me the chance to meet Lian Jun."

......

When he arrived in the kitchen, Shi Jin's body was already feeling much better. He didn't say anything, just stood by the door watching his older brothers bustling about inside, slowly adjusting his thoughts and emotions.

"Does Xiao Jin not like ginger?" Suddenly, Shi Weichong spoke up and asked. Shi Jin's gaze fell on him, carefully examining him.

After not seeing each other for a while, Shi Weichong had become thinner. His previously tightly furrowed brows and eyes had relaxed, and his demeanor had become much gentler. When he turned his head to speak to Fei Yujing, his eyes were warm and he seemed to have more vitality than before.

"I don't know." Faced with Shi Weichong's question, Fei Yujing honestly replied, still maintaining his cold and aloof lawyer demeanor, but with a comical vegetable in his hand.

Shi Jin shifted his gaze to Fei Yujing, observing his consistently cold and lifeless demeanor. He couldn't help but smirk, feeling little emotional response to someone so shamelessly driven by personal gain. What was there to feel, really? Any sentiment towards such a person would be a waste of energy.

"Are you lying to me again, Old Fifth? Does Xiao Jin really like onions?" Suddenly, Rong Zhouzhong's voice rang out. When Shi Jin turned to look, he saw Rong Zhouzhong standing by a small table, his face twisted as he chopped onions with tears streaming down his rosy cheeks.

Shi Jin couldn't help but laugh. Was he an idiot? Didn't he know to prepare water or cover his nose when chopping onions? He looked absolutely hideous crying like that.

"Third Brother, wipe your tears first." Shi Jin leaned over towards Xiang Aoting, furrowing his brow as he handed a tissue to Rong Zhouzhong. Rong Zhouzhong took the tissue and went to wipe his eyes, but accidentally rubbed his finger on them first. He immediately howled in pain and started washing his hands and eyes at the sink while cursing Li Jiuzheng.

Xiang Aoting saw him blindly groping around and quickly reached out to help him, calling his name to calm him down.

Shi Jin watched the two of them with a deepening smile on his face. His gaze shifted and met Li Jiuzheng's as he looked over.

Li Jiuzheng was in the middle of gutting a fish, with one hand covered in blood and the other holding a knife.

In an instant, Shi Jin's smile froze on his face.

There was a loud clang.

Li Jiuzheng let go of the knife and began frantically wiping the blood off his hands and clothes, looking up at Shi Jin with an anxious expression but unable to say anything. As he wiped, he noticed that his orange sweater was completely stained with blood, and his body stiffened as he slowly stopped moving.

What kind of idiots are they?

He took a deep breath and composed himself, then raised his hand and knocked on the kitchen door with force. This caught everyone's attention and he smiled at them, greeting them with a friendly "Good afternoon, brothers."

As for going to hell, whoever wanted to go could go, but he definitely wasn't going down there.