The improved female villains regained their memories.

She got up and realized her legs hurt a little. She carefully walked towards the cave entrance, supporting herself on the stone wall.

There was a figure at the entrance of the cave, the moonlight stretching his shadow long and covering the entire entrance.

Su Murong rubbed her eyes and realized it was Old Man Qian. The familiar face instantly relaxed her, and she couldn't help but call out, "Old..."

She was stunned.

The old man leaned against the wall, dried bloodstains congealed on the stones and floor, and scattered arrows lay scattered, each soaked in blood.

"old……"

As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes before she could finish.

Old Moneyhead is dead.

After her mother and the old ghost, Old Money also died.

The old man who taught him alchemy, the person who tried to save his mother, the person who didn't say it but cared about him deeply—he's gone.

Everyone's gone, leaving only Su Murong alone in the lonely cave.

No, she wasn't alone, she had others, and more...

Su Murong gritted his teeth, his pale face icy cold, and wrapped his clothes tightly around himself as he walked toward the cave entrance.

Suddenly, she sensed something, touched the pocket of her coat, and pulled out a brocade pouch.

Inside the brocade pouch was a greenish-blue pill.

When it was taken out, a refreshing medicinal fragrance immediately filled the entire cave, and even cleared Su Murong's muddled mind.

Five-stage elixir – Rejuvenation Pill.

Su Murong had memorized many medicine names and their effects from Master Qian, so he naturally recognized the pill in front of him.

Trembling, Su Murong put the pill back. Then, he slowly approached Old Qian, checked his breathing, and pushed his body hard. Apart from stiffness, there was no response.

really dead...

Another person died, silently, peacefully, and suddenly, also without Su Murong's knowledge.

Looking at that calm yet aged face, Su Murong was speechless. She noticed that the old man's right hand was tightly gripping a Guan Dao (a type of halberd), with blood sticking to it as if it had become one with the halberd.

I want to cry.

She forcefully wiped away her tears, took a deep breath, and held them back.

She thought of many things, from her birth and childhood to now. At ten years old, she seemed to have experienced a lot.

But it also seems like I haven't experienced anything.

She stepped out of the cave, and in the distance, it seemed that dawn was breaking.

Yes, it's lit up. In the direction of Liuyun City, the sky is ablaze with red, turning the pitch-black sky a fiery red, like dawn or sunset.

She kept the brocade pouch containing the Rejuvenation Pill close to her body and limped towards Liuyun City.

A wave of heat and the stench of blood rolled in as she stood at the city gate of Liuyun City, witnessing all the carnage.

One by one, vibrant lives vanished into nothingness. They seemed to be pulverized into a pulp, their limbs collapsing, until finally their bodies were torn apart, becoming nourishment for this land.

"quack--"

Crows pecking at food, blood staining the road, a torn swallow-shaped flag, and ripped armor.

Heads hung on city gates and streets, corpses piled up, flames still burning, and smoke still lingering.

As Su Murong walked along, he felt a soft, yielding sensation under his feet as he reached the city gate. He wondered if he had stepped on someone's corpse.

She entered the city and saw the devastation there.

Several hours have passed since the barbarians massacred the city, and not a single barbarian can be seen in the city. No one knows where they have all gone.

The burnt remains fell to the ground, the smell of blood and burnt food mixed together, making one want to vomit their guts out.

However, Su Murong didn't vomit; she just stared at the scene as she walked.

Familiar streets, now a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

The familiar thatched cottage, now just ruins.

Those familiar scenes, with corpses piled up like mountains.

There were wooden poles standing in the square not far away, with people's heads stuck in them, some of them old people and some of children. Su Murong recognized a few of them; they were children from the beggar gang. Their eye sockets were empty, pitch black inside, and they could not see anything.

A ray of morning sunlight pierced the darkness.

It's almost dawn now.

"My life..."

Su Murong shouted, his voice hoarse, but it was swallowed by the wind.

When the barbarians invaded, Yang Pingsheng said he needed to prepare dinner first and went back home. Old Man Qian said he was going to pay respects at the ancestral hall and left as well, leaving her alone in the pharmacy to refine her elixirs.

The barbarians rushed in like bandits, and before she could react, she was dragged to the square.

"My life..."

The horrific scene before her eyes told Su Murong everything that had happened, but she still didn't give up and continued searching for the person she was looking for.

The home was gone, the pharmacy was gone, the flames devoured everything and took everything away.

Su Murong stood in the square, staring blankly.

Everything... is gone.

She used to hate this city so much because it made her freeze and starve. She grew up here and never received a shred of warmth.

She was so eager for money and profit that she wished she could escape this place, even if it meant making a deal with the devil.

But now...

She remembered her mother. That day, her mother held her hand and walked through every corner of Liuyun City, telling her, "Xiao Rong, remember, your Rong is the Rong of glory."

She remembered the old man. That day, he stood behind the counter, looking at her as a child, waving a chicken leg in his hand, and laughing, "Little one, want some?"

She remembered Mr. Qian. That day, Mr. Qian was smoking his pipe and smiled at her for the first time: "Little fellow, you really dare to spout such outrageous words."

She remembered...

"Give."

Yang Ping stood in front of him, panting, and extended his hand.

In the palm of my hand are two pieces of candy.

In the distance, the sky was bright.

The sunlight finally dispelled the darkness and descended upon the city. Looking around, it was impossible to tell whether the earth was stained with sunlight or blood.

Su Murong saw the city clearly, and saw the whole picture of this dead city.

It was deserted, and she was all alone.

"ah!!!!!!!!!!!!"

She collapsed to the ground, clutching her hair, screaming and yelling desperately.

"Aa ...

The ten-year-old girl's devastating screams echoed through the sky.

In the desolate, ghost town, no one answered her voice.

Chapter 151 Ten Years of Scheming

Su Murong woke up with a start.

Outside the tent, the soldiers' noise could be heard one after another. She covered her head, her right leg bent, and sat on the bed.

The stench of blood still lingered in my mind, and the horrific scene of Liuyun City ten years ago was still vivid in my memory.

Remains.

blood.

The rising sun, as fiery as fire.

Twenty-year-old Su Murong exhaled softly, her gloomy eyes fixed on a certain spot.

She reached into her pocket, took out two pieces of candy, popped them into her mouth, then got out of bed and walked out of the tent.

The moment she stepped outside, a smile bloomed on her face, radiating bright sunshine and making her very approachable.

"Hello, Mr. Su."

"Hello."

"Mr. Su got up very early today."

"Haha, you have to get up early sometimes."

"Mr. Su, the brothers all said the pills you gave me yesterday were very good."

"Then I'll give the brothers an extra treat today!"

In the barracks, surrounded by men, Su Murong, a woman, managed to mingle with them all. Most importantly, many of the soldiers who were exchanging insults about each other's mothers one minute immediately showed respect when they saw Su Murong.

The Northern Border Army, Wang Tiande's direct troops, are also known as the "Wang Family Army" to the outside world. This is different from the ragtag army in Liuyun City. No matter how greedy or foolish Wang Tiande is, he knows that the core strength of his headquarters cannot be compromised. Therefore, although both are corrupt, the combat effectiveness and treatment of the direct troops are much better than other Northern Border Army units.

In the distance, the flags of the commander's camp fluttered in the wind. Su Murong went up the steps and walked straight in. Before he even entered, he heard hearty laughter coming from inside.

"Good good!"

That was Wang Tiande's laughter.

Su Murong's smile widened as he stepped inside, shouting as soon as he entered, "Godfather!"

"My son is here, hahaha, good, good, good."

Wang Tiande sat in the main seat. He was a huge man, like a black bear. His round face had a scar, and when he laughed, his face was all scrunched up. There was no kindness in his eyes, only ferocity.

He waved his hand, and the songstresses beside him bowed their heads and retreated. After they left, Su Murong approached with a fawning expression and presented a packet of powder as if it were a treasure.

"Godfather, please take a look."