The improved female villains regained their memories.

"Ah."

Yang Pingsheng agreed, turned and left, never looking back at the closed tent, so he naturally had no idea what kind of darkness was hidden inside.

thump.

Su Murong knelt down.

She trembled, clutching her heart, her lips quivering, and moved almost inching toward the bedside.

"Ah...ah..."

Her muscles were trembling violently; she was shaking repeatedly as she searched under the bed.

The dusty box was opened, revealing tightly wrapped kraft paper inside.

She took it out, then helped herself up from the bed to pour a bowl of water.

"The River Maiden is the most divine and spirited. She flies when she gets fire, and no dust can be seen. She hides like a ghost or a dragon, and no one knows where she is. If you want to control her, take the yellow sprout as your root."

She spoke these words as if possessed, opened the parchment, took the white powder inside, mixed it with water, and swallowed it.

The white powder consists of stalactites, sulfur, white quartz, amethyst, and red ochre. Of course, it also has another name—

—Five-Colored Powder.

Su Murong felt a heat rising inside her body, but she breathed a long sigh of relief and leaned back on the bed.

The heat surged against her, churning her mind into a jumbled mess, but she remained lucid, thinking about the person she had just met.

That person I've been longing for day and night.

Ten years ago, the massacre in Liuyun City left the city littered with corpses and a legacy of sin.

She broke down, crying and screaming as she ran.

"Yang Pingsheng, where are you? Please, come out!"

She ran frantically, then slipped and fell into the blood in the sunlight.

"Pingsheng, don't leave me. If you leave, I will really be all alone."

"Please, don't go, don't go."

"Please help me! Please help me!"

"You want to be a doctor? You want to save lives? Then come and save me! Save me!"

The sticky blood had turned black and congealed on the ground. Next to it were corpses, emitting a foul stench. She lay among them, curled up, bewildered and helpless.

"help me……"

"Anyone, please save me..."

"I don't want to, I don't want to be alone..."

Illusions began to appear before my eyes.

Su Murong's breathing suddenly became rapid. She curled up on the bed and suddenly let out a ferocious laugh.

"Hehe ...

High spirits and excited emotions.

Everything rises to the clouds, bringing unparalleled pleasure.

But Su Murong was only ferocious, nothing more.

Her expression was contorted, a mixture of crying and laughing.

Chapter 155 Madness

The following night, Yang Pingsheng met Su Murong again.

She was sitting by the campfire, drinking and playing drinking games with the soldiers, her hearty manner unlike that of a girl.

Perhaps slightly intoxicated, she blushed as she stood up, said goodbye, and left amidst the soldiers' loud singing.

Swaying back and forth, he looked up and saw Yang Pingsheng.

"Oh dear, isn't this my life's work?"

Her face was flushed, she reeked of alcohol, and a smile played on her lips as she looked at Yang Pingsheng, her words carrying a hint of intimacy:

“My godfather told me that he found a great doctor. I never expected it to be you. I thought you had died back then. Now you’ve finally realized your dream. From now on, I’ll call you Doctor.”

She was tipsy, and leaned against Yang Pingsheng with a thud, reaching out to draw circles on his chest. Reeking of alcohol, she chuckled and said, "Doctor, want to come to my tent? Let's sleep together..."

Her eyes, reddened by the smell of alcohol, revealed a seductive allure. Her face, weathered by the cold wind, was red with a hint of white. Her hand was drawing circles, while her other hand climbed onto Yang Pingsheng's arm and held it tightly.

Under the moonlight, Yang Pingsheng remained silent for a long time.

"Xiao Rong, you're drunk."

"Drunk? Hahaha, I'm not drunk. But you, how did you escape ten years ago? Never mind, it doesn't matter. Anyway, it's good that you're alive, hahahahahaha."

She laughed heartily, then suddenly lowered her head, her whole body losing its weight, and she just leaned against Yang Pingsheng.

Yang Pingsheng held it, somewhat bewildered, as this was different from what the system had said.

The system also noticed the problem. It was supposed to perform some operations today, but Su Murong was drunk, so those operations were not very convenient for it to do.

"Send her back first, we'll talk about it tomorrow," the system's voice announced.

Yang Pingsheng also had this plan. He helped Su Murong back to her tent.

As soon as he entered, he smelled the strong aroma of medicinal pills mixed with a hint of sulfur. Yang Pingsheng placed her on the bed, covered her with a blanket, and was about to leave when he was suddenly stopped by the system.

"Wait a minute."

The system suddenly became serious.

Afraid of waking Su Murong, Yang Pingsheng didn't dare to move, but slowly stood up and waited for the system's subsequent reaction.

"...Maybe I'm just being overly sensitive, it's nothing."

That's what the system said, but my gaze fell on a cage in the corner of the tent, where a small bird with red feathers was kept.

The little bird was very quiet, just staying in its cage without chirping or making a fuss. It seemed to sense something, its bright black eyes fixed on Yang Pingsheng.

That's...Suzaku?

As mentioned before, there are two types of beasts: demonic beasts and spirit beasts. Demonic beasts cultivate using demonic energy as their foundation, progressing step by step like human cultivators, with the most accomplished even able to transform into humans. Spirit beasts, on the other hand, possess spiritual energy within their bodies, retaining the mindset of beasts. They do not cultivate, as the spiritual energy within them is bestowed upon them by immortals, thus subjecting them to rejection by heaven and earth.

Normally, spirit beasts need human help to infuse them with spiritual energy, because they only generate demonic energy on their own. However, there are four exceptions.

Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, Black Tortoise.

These four beasts are spiritual creatures that can draw spiritual energy from heaven and earth without human help, and are therefore known as the Four Spirits of Heaven.

The Vermilion Bird, one of the Four Symbols, belongs to the old Yang in the Four Symbols, and its spiritual energy is mainly fire-based. Ancient texts record that the phoenix is ​​covered in fire, which never goes out throughout its life. It possesses vigorous vitality and its form is imbued with spirit, injecting boundless charm into a prosperous era and bringing auspicious spiritual energy to the human world. It embodies the meaning of perfection and good fortune.

Heaven has its own Qi, and Earth has its own Qi. When these two energies combine, spiritual energy is born. This spiritual energy gathers in the Vermilion Bird, imbuing it with the fire of the sun, making the Vermilion Bird the most powerful among the four celestial spirits. For this reason, to avoid disturbing it and causing trouble, the system did not appear rashly, but instead conducted a scan from afar within Yang Pingsheng's sea of ​​consciousness.

[It's a pure Suzaku, but still in its juvenile stage. Why would there be a Suzaku in the female villain's camp?]

Ordinary cages cannot contain the Four Heavenly Spirits. Not to mention that the spiritual energy of this world has declined, even in other worlds with abundant spiritual energy, to imprison the Four Heavenly Spirits, you must make them completely subservient to you. Otherwise, they would rather commit suicide than serve you.

Because they are endowed with spiritual energy by the heavens, the four celestial spirits are more intelligent than other spirit beasts. The Vermilion Bird in the cage, after a preliminary scan, is estimated to have the intelligence of a ten-year-old child. However, due to the decline of its spiritual energy, it has very little spiritual energy in its body, so little that it is almost negligible.

Several things puzzled the system. First, the spiritual energy in this world had declined, so logically, a place like the Northern Territory shouldn't be able to give birth to a spirit beast like the Vermilion Bird. Second, it had been monitoring Su Murong for the past ten years and had never seen her come into contact with such a spirit beast.

Third, during the initial scan, the system actually sensed a trace of human energy on Suzaku.

Strange, it's just too damn strange. It's one thing that the weakened spiritual energy couldn't possibly give birth to such a pure Vermilion Bird, but the strangest thing is that this pure Vermilion Bird still has a trace of human energy within it.

It would be a lie to say everything was fine; after thinking it over, the system started to panic.

"Pingsheng, let's go back first. Put the operation aside for now and talk about it later."

Yang Pingsheng nodded, unaware of the panic hidden in the system's words. He simply nodded and turned to leave.

After he left...

blah-

The iron gate that had been holding the Vermilion Bird opened automatically, and it hopped out of the cage.

The moment she jumped out, Suzaku transformed into a little girl with fiery red hair.

The little girl not only had fiery red hair, but even her clothes and the pupils of her eyes were fiery red. The moment she appeared, the temperature in the tent rose several degrees, and waves of heat emanated from beneath her feet.

"They're gone."

When she spoke, her sweet voice could melt anyone's heart.

Amidst the sweltering heat, a tiny pill inside Su Murong's teeth melted instantly. The smell of alcohol vanished, and Su Murong opened his eyes, which had been filled with drunkenness, now clear and lucid.

She sat up, glanced at the tent entrance, and then focused her gaze on the little girl: "Them? So you sensed them?"

"Yes." The little girl nodded. "I felt it. It was that feeling of being probed."

Su Murong's eyes deepened.

She remained silent, head bowed, not uttering a word, like a lost child.

A dull, sharp pain shot through my heart; the urge was about to kick in again.

She got up, bent down to get the medicine bag from under the bed, and the little girl watched, instinctively calling out, "My lady."

Su Murong suddenly turned his head, his face contorted with rage, and demanded, "What are you doing?!"

The little girl was frightened, shrank her shoulders, and said weakly, "Don't take it anymore."

She had seen it, seen how the Lord became addicted to it, and that Lord terrified her.

The menacing expression vanished, and Su Murong smiled gently again. She placed the medicine packet on her lap, sat down on the floor, looked at the little girl, and without directly answering her question, said, "I remember, I found you by the river."

The little girl nodded: "Mmm."

“Back then, you insisted on following me. I hit you and scolded you, but I couldn’t drive you away. Later, I encountered a tiger in the jungle. Thanks to you, the tiger didn’t eat me.”

“Yes!” The little girl nodded vigorously. “The Lord was so scared at the time. After the tiger was driven away, you kept crying, and I was the one who comforted the Lord.”

"Yes." Su Murong didn't care at all about having his dark past exposed. He smiled, but then suddenly changed the subject: "You said you were guided to come and help me, right?"

"Ok!"