My Lifesaving Skill Is Summoning My Husband

[Taciturn, aloof, strongest fighter gong × Contradictory, shameless tagalong shou]

A car accident sent Feng Jian straight to another world.

What awaited him there wasn’t the old-fashioned routine of the Bridge of Helplessness and Granny Meng’s soup, but a bizarre game that claimed to grant eternal life.

After the self-proclaimed 247 System rattled off a bunch of nonsense, Feng Jian was tossed, still dazed, into a desolate courtyard. He was told that if he wanted to live, he had to uncover the truth.

The place was full of strange horrors and death: a woman consumed by resentment, bizarre rules demanding silence after dark, a skinned civet cat, and even an old man who clearly meant him harm.

What he found even harder to understand was that other people’s golden fingers let them control things or commune with spirits, but his turned out to be a shattered man.

And even if he was shattered, at least he was good-looking. But who could have guessed that such a handsome man would be a lunatic who couldn’t tell friend from foe?

“Boss, let’s talk this out!” Feng Jian ducked the sharp weapon that could have pierced straight through his head, running around in tears. That night was a real test of how much he could take.

Going by the attitude, “We’ve already been bound together, so why split up?” Feng Jian gradually realized, through their many encounters, that this man wasn’t as cold-blooded and heartless as he seemed.

Later, somehow, their relationship changed. Feng Jian was confused and couldn’t believe it. Wasn’t he straight? When did he turn gay?!