The improved female villains regained their memories.

"You should take your medicine, doctor."

Chapter 178 Morbid

The light emanating from the road gradually dissipated.

The wind was strong on both sides of the road. Su Murong held Yang Pingsheng tightly, her arms gripping him firmly. Yang Pingsheng, in her gentle voice, said, "Xiao Rong..."

Before he could finish speaking, the sky suddenly darkened, a strong wind arose, pebbles on the road were swirled up, and dark clouds gathered, faintly containing the sound of thunder.

The sun was blocked, and the light became dim. Su Murong buried her face in Yang Pingsheng's arms, tears streaming down her face.

She traveled for many years, from one world to another, and finally found the person she had been searching for.

"I really miss you, Yang Pingsheng, you son of a bitch..."

She was cursing, then her voice suddenly softened:

"Sorry……"

She spoke softly, cautiously, with a hint of probing. Yang Pingsheng's eyes reflected her vulnerable appearance. He had seen many sides of her: lively, cheerful, irritable, angry, decadent, fierce, and sad. He had seen all of these, but this was the first time he had seen her vulnerable.

The ethereal mist of the mortal realm, the remnants of which cracked open, scattered across the heavens and earth like shattered rubble, turning into specks of starlight. Dark clouds filled the sky, within which thunder dragons seemed to roam.

Unbeknownst to the two, Luo Benmo's previously empty eyes gradually began to return to their senses.

With tears streaming down his face, Su Murong suddenly laughed.

"I don't care if you forgive me or not, I'll just stay here with you for now."

Then, she raised her head, looked at Yang Pingsheng, and slightly looked away: "You don't really not forgive me, do you?"

forgive?

Yang Pingsheng was slightly confused. Forgive what?

Something is returning to the empty heart; long-sealed memories shake off the dust and reveal their full form.

forgive……

The world turned pure white, and time seemed to stand still. Countless scenes shattered and reappeared before his eyes. Only after being bathed in the light of the same dust did Yang Pingsheng find the most authentic scene among the overly similar ones.

Evening breeze, falling snow, courtyard.

Su Murong stood opposite him, a pill in the middle of his palm.

He faced this most primal reality head-on, caught completely off guard.

There, lies the final story of the fourth generation.

"You should take your medicine, doctor."

When Su Murong asked that question, Yang Pingsheng was almost stunned.

He recalled Su Murong's behavior during the day and her hasty departure. Wasn't she going to verify that the ingredients in the pill were essence and blood? Why would she say such things now?

"Xiao Rong, you know that your medicine is made from human blood and essence, right?"

Su Murong remained silent for a while before finally saying, "Yes."

She didn't want to lie, so she chose to tell the truth.

"If that's the case, why are you giving it to me?" Yang Pingsheng retorted.

Snowflakes fell on my eyebrows.

Su Murong did not answer, he just stood there.

Yang Pingsheng sighed, stepped forward, patted her head, and took her hand: "Let's go inside."

It didn't move.

She stood there, firmly rooted to the spot, and Yang Pingsheng couldn't pull her away.

A bad feeling rose in his heart, and Yang Pingsheng tentatively asked, "Xiao Rong?"

"Doctor, I'm begging you, please take your medicine."

Her eyebrows were white as snow, and below them were a pair of dark and inscrutable eyes.

"You will die."

As she spoke, her words carried a chill.

Yang Pingsheng suddenly shuddered and forced a smile: "We'll think of another way, Xiao Rong, it's alright."

"It's too late..."

She took a step back: "So, Pingsheng, you really don't want to take your medicine?"

Yang Pingsheng looked at her and nodded: "Yes."

Even without the system's mission, he wouldn't choose to take this medicine.

"Xiao Rong, you know what's mixed in that medicine. Even if I take it today, what about tomorrow, the day after? If I have to take medicine every day, how many people will die every day?"

"That's none of my business!"

Su Murong's eyes suddenly turned bloodshot, and he roared:

"Yang Pingsheng, don't think so highly of yourself. Even without you, the medicine still exists. If you don't take it, someone else will. So why can't it be you who takes it!"

She stepped forward, her spiritual energy mingling with the wind and snow, forcing Yang Pingsheng to retreat repeatedly: "What do I care about other people's lives or deaths? I only want to save you. As long as you survive, that's enough! Those people died and were made into pills. It's not like I can control them. Let them die. I didn't kill them, and I didn't make them into pills. Why are you blaming me?"

My feet were braced against the wall behind me.

Yang Pingsheng was cornered by Su Murong, with nowhere to retreat. He could only raise his hand and try to calm Su Murong down: "Xiao Rong, calm down. I have never held anything against you."

"Then eat it! Why won't you eat it! Do you know how much I sacrificed to keep you alive..."

The girl, almost as tall as him, trembled, her eyes brimming with tears, making Yang Pingsheng's heart tremble as well. That premonition resurfaced; perhaps it wasn't as the system said, perhaps Su Murong's feelings for him were genuine...

"You eat it."

Su Murong handed over the scarlet pill again, his eyes filled with tears and pleading: "I will definitely cure you, Pingsheng. Believe me, I will definitely find a way."

The strong smell of blood stimulated his brain nerves, and Yang Pingsheng immediately became sober. He looked at Su Murong with calm eyes and slowly shook his head.

"I won't eat it, Xiao Rong."

He spoke with such determination.

"I can't prolong my life with something like that."

Su Murong's eyes were filled with despair.

Her arm hung limply, the pills lay on the snow, and her figure swayed precariously, as if she were about to fall.

"Yes, I should have known. You're just that kind of person. Heh, heh heh heh..."

She suddenly looked up and burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha, that's exactly the kind of person you are! Hahahaha, so innocent, so kind! Hahahaha, that's why I can't live without you! Hahahahahahaha!!"

Comforting Hanfeng.

I had hoped to find solace in this solitary peak, but instead, I found only coldness.

She should have realized it sooner; Yang Pingsheng was actually that kind of person.

Isn't your own wavering and indecisiveness simply because you've anticipated the other person's true nature?

Refusal is only to be expected.

After she finished laughing, her eyes turned cold as she looked at Yang Pingsheng and said, "Fine, I shouldn't have wasted so much time talking to you. In the end, you're neither my mother nor my father. What do I care if you live or die?"

A bad feeling grew stronger, and Yang Pingsheng asked warily, "Xiao Rong, what are you planning to do?"

"I won't allow you to die." Su Murong looked at him and said, word by word, "Do you understand? I won't allow you to die."

The mark on the back of his hand became visible.

At this moment, the purple and black marks echoed each other, and the mother-child seal once again came into play.

Yang Pingsheng suddenly realized that he had lost control of his body. He knelt down on the snow with a thud and slowly reached out to pick up the pills on the snow.

"!!!"

This was an unexpected situation. Even the system's plan hadn't mentioned this aspect. He wanted to shout, to stop Su Murong, but in the end, he couldn't say anything.

The seal of the mother and child signifies that the mother has given orders, and the child cannot disobey.

He watched himself kneel down, watched himself reach out, watched himself pick up the pill.

Looking up, all he could see was Su Murong's indifferent expression.

The evening breeze whistled past.

He felt a part of his heart break.

-

Yang Pingsheng spent the following days under such circumstances.

He was still conscious and had a spirit, but his body no longer belonged to him.

Every morning, Su Murong would assign him tasks for the day and then leave. In the evening, when he had almost finished his tasks, Su Murong would come back, do the laundry and cook, and then force him to share what happened that day with her and take his medicine.

"Today I sorted the herbs and made new tonics. This time, Little Sparrow ate them obediently, so I knew they would work!"

"Really? That's amazing."

With tingling words and frequent expressions of concern, Yang Pingsheng spoke uncontrollably, while intently observing everything.

The little red sparrow huddled in its cage in the corner, trembling with fear.

Of all the people in the room, Su Murong was the one who seemed to be enjoying herself the most. She smiled as she served Yang Pingsheng some food, and then said in a gentle tone, "Keep up the good work tomorrow too."

Gentle, yet words like those of a devil.

After meals, Yang Pingsheng would always obediently take his medicine. After he finished taking the medicine, Su Murong would reinforce the seal again to prevent Yang Pingsheng from breaking through the seal with his own spiritual energy.

An uncontrollable body, the taste of blood in the mouth, a heart breaking more and more until it vanishes into nothingness.

At night, the two lay together, Su Murong nestled in Yang Pingsheng's arms, a happy smile on her face.