Ye Xingjue looked down at the unconscious Ning Chen. His handsome face wore the smug look of a hunter who'd bagged his prey.

"Ning Chen, you really are a ghost that won't go away... Who'd have thought we'd get to pick up where we left off, here in this world?

But this time, we're the ones who won."

Ning Chen, playing unconscious, felt a jolt of interest. What did Ye Xingjue mean by that? Had he known Ning Chen in his last life?

He clearly remembered dying for his country before his soul crossed over into this world.

But for the life of him, he couldn't remember who his comrades had been back then, or who the enemy was.

Could all of this have something to do with Ye Xingjue?

Ye Xingjue, meanwhile, had crouched down and begun going through Ning Chen's clothes.

He found the pendant soon enough.

Ye Xingjue turned the pendant over and over, wild with joy, and burst out laughing. "I've got it at last! I've got it at last! Ha ha ha..."

He looked down at Ning Chen, his face twisted. "Ning Chen, oh, Ning Chen. You cost me hundreds of millions, and I ended up in this backward, ignorant world, suffering every kind of torment... This time I'll settle the score for that shot in our last life."

Then he turned to Li Hongyuan and snapped, "Get rid of him."

Li Hongyuan bowed. "Yes, my lord!"

Ye Xingjue snarled. "Do it now. I want to watch him die with my own eyes."

Li Hongyuan said he would and bent down to take Ning Chen's sword.

Ning Chen was out cold, but he had a death grip on the sword. Li Hongyuan tugged at it several times and couldn't get it loose.

He gave one hard yank, and still the sword didn't come free. Instead, it looked as though he'd pulled so hard he'd jolted Ning Chen awake.

Ning Chen's eyes fluttered open, groggy.

When he made out Li Hongyuan and Ye Xingjue in front of him, he stared in shock.

Without thinking, he reached…