The improved female villains regained their memories.

"You don't remember who guided you; you only know you're here to help me, right?"

"Um!!"

"Do you remember who gave birth to you?"

"Give birth to...me?" The little girl tilted her head and looked at Su Murong.

“Yes, the person who gave birth to you is your mother,” Su Murong said with a smile. “Just like me, I also have a mother.”

The little girl shook her head: "I don't remember."

It doesn't even know how it came into this world, let alone its mother.

"But I remember."

As Su Murong spoke, he slowly and carefully unwrapped the medicine packet.

“I remember, and I remember it very clearly, that year my mother died.”

Inside the tent, it was eerily quiet.

The Lord had never told her these things before, and she didn't know why he suddenly brought them up today. Little Vermilion Bird didn't understand, but she still listened quietly.

"She died. She committed suicide by hanging herself from the rafters in her house."

As Su Murong spoke, he got up, poured a bowl of water, and prepared to take the powder.

The little girl quickly stood up and said, "My lord..."

"You told me to stop taking it, right?"

Su Murong didn't stop what he was doing. Instead, he brought his nose close, closed his eyes, and sniffed.

"I know you mean well, but..."

The water swayed and spilled out slightly.

"Only in this way can I see my mother."

"I miss my mother."

Su Murong took the powder.

Her body trembled as she lay down against the bed, waves of heat rushing to her head, causing her to let out a frightening laugh.

"Hehe, hehe ...

Before my eyes, the recurring phantoms overlapped and formed a figure, and in a daze, it seemed as if snowflakes were falling.

Someone stood next to her and took her hand.

"Xiao Rong, you're here."

That figure stood right next to her, with a familiar gentleness.

"mother!"

She exclaimed in surprise and hugged her.

"Xiao Rong, what's wrong?"

The figure tilted its head, seemingly confused.

Why...be sad?

The scene suddenly changed; she was standing at her doorstep, while the figure hung from the roof beam, swaying precariously.

"Xiao Rong".

The figure hanging from the roof beam spoke:

"I'm already dead."

"!!!"

Before I knew it, the snow had vanished.

The ground was covered in crimson, the city was stained with blood.

As dawn broke, Su Murong stood in the middle, surrounded by mountains of corpses.

"Xiao Rong, you saw that, didn't you?"

The scene returned: the familiar snowy field, the figure holding Su Murong's hand, still smiling gently, but speaking words that sent chills down one's spine:

"I am dead. Everyone is dead."

Su Murong lowered his head and remained silent.

After a long while, she looked up, a bright smile blooming on her face: "I know."

"What, you?"

Now it was the figure's turn to be stunned.

“I know, Mother, Grandpa Ghost, Grandpa Qian, and the people of Liuyun City are all dead.”

She grabbed the other person's hand and placed it on her head, forcing it, again and again, as if stroking it.

"But even so, I want to see my mother. I don't want to be alone no matter what."

"In no mood……"

Inside the tent, Su Murong had already fallen into a state of madness.

She grinned, her face a mixture of laughter and tears, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth, gesturing wildly like a madwoman.

Half a minute later, she calmed down, but her limbs would twitch from time to time, and she would make a "heh heh" sound.

The little girl looked on, and a trace of sadness crept into her eyes.

"I'm sorry, my lord, I don't understand..."

It didn't understand why it should continue to consume such harmful substances if it wanted to see its mother.

It also doesn't understand why it should be so concerned about a dead person.

Things have changed, and people are gone. The living should look forward rather than dwell on the emotions brought by the deceased and be unable to extricate themselves from them.

It has no mother and doesn't know who its mother is, so naturally it can't understand Su Murong's emotions.

In a flash, it transformed into a fiery red bird, fluttering its wings and flying into Su Murong's arms.

"emotion……"

What is...emotion?

A questioning voice arose, then fell silent in the air.

--

Yang Pingsheng stopped in his tracks.

As he walked back to his tent, a thought suddenly popped into his head, almost subconsciously making him stop in his tracks.

The system's voice sounded again: "What's wrong?"

"System, I remember you said before that the Heavenly Dao defined female villains to help me understand them, right?"

"Yes...that's right."

"In that case..."

Images of Su Murong from the past flashed through Yang Pingsheng's mind.

Over the past decade, he has traveled through many impoverished villages in the northern border region, and the faces of those people have gradually overlapped with Su Murong's, becoming indistinguishable from each other.

Yang Pingsheng suddenly realized that Su Murong was no different from them.

Like them, she simply wanted to survive.

Then, he thought of the scenes of him treating and saving lives, with children surrounding their sick parents, looking at him with hopeful eyes, hoping that he could truly cure their parents.

However, Su Murong's mother died ten years ago.

What was Su Murong thinking as she stood before her mother's corpse?

"I don't have a father."

My father left as soon as I was born.

“I grew up with my mother. From a young age, only my mother took care of me.”

“I’ve always been with her; she’s my only family in this city.”

"But now, she's gone, and I'm all alone."

"I'm all alone in that room now."

At that moment, Su Murong's words suddenly came to Yang Pingsheng's mind.

Memories that should have faded away are becoming increasingly clear now.

Shameless scoundrel who puts profit above all else...

Yes, this is the place.

Yang Pingsheng licked his chapped lips and asked the system, "Since Heaven says she's a shameless person who prioritizes profit above all else, then what about her...?"

"...Why would someone prioritize profit above all else?"

Chapter 156 A Hymn to the Resilient

People care about their own interests the most.

Gentlemen, do you not know that the world is bustling with activity, all for the sake of profit?

The mystical energy spread into Yang Pingsheng's lungs, and the scene before him changed. The system showed Yang Pingsheng Su Murong from the original storyline.

That was the timeline before his involvement.

In Liuyun City, after Su Rouxue died, Su Murong became Gui Jianchou's apprentice and learned how to draw talismans using human energy. She was new to this field and full of interest in everything about it. Until one day, Gui Jianchou called her over and said to her, "The barbarians are about to invade."

He had long since given up on the Yan Kingdom. As long as he could continue his research on the Qi-based talisman, he didn't care where he was. The barbarians had already promised to protect him, and Su Murong was the most talented disciple he had ever met, so he came to ask for her opinion.

"Would you like to come with me, Xiao Rong?"