The improved female villains regained their memories.

A glass bottle nearby shattered, its liquid dripping down the table and reflecting the moonlight.

"Good lad, you played really well."

Jiang Shiyu, dressed in a trench coat, stepped forward and patted Yang Pingsheng on the shoulder with satisfaction.

"Today's training is over, let's take a break."

She wasn't wearing high heels, but standing next to Yang Pingsheng, she was even taller than him. Her short hair was curled into an arc, reaching all the way to her neck. She had sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and her dark pupils shone with a unique light, sparkling as she looked at Yang Pingsheng. Yang Pingsheng sat down next to her and flipped through "Wuthering Heights" again. Jiang Shiyu curiously leaned closer.

"Kid, how many times have you read this book? Aren't you tired of reading it now?"

Yang Pingsheng shook his head: "No, senior, don't you always carry it with you too?"

"Although I also like this book and flip through it when I have free time, I won't read it every day like you do."

She rested her chin on her hand, played with Yang Pingsheng's hair, and said with a smile, "Speaking of which, don't you hate me? After all, I'm the one who led you down this path."

"No, I'm very grateful to you." He looked at Jiang Shiyu and smiled slightly. "My grades are average, and I don't have any special talents. Even after graduation, I won't be able to find a good job. But you have shown me a wider world, so I'm very grateful to you."

Jiang Shiyu was momentarily stunned by that innocent smile and subconsciously asked, "This isn't some wider world. You've done several missions and seen another side of this city. Even so, are you still grateful to me?"

Yang Pingsheng nodded, his dark pupils gleaming with a unique light: "Yes, I am very grateful. No matter what it looks like, at least I saw it. Senior, do you know? Many people can't even see it, or rather, they don't even have the chance to see it. So compared to them, I am already much luckier."

Jiang Shiyu tilted her head and looked at Yang Pingsheng, trying to decipher his words.

What good will seeing it do? Wouldn't it be better not to see such a bloody, cruel, and dark side?

He could have lived a normal college life, dating, making friends, and studying, but now, she has ruined everything for him, and he doesn't even hate her.

really interesting.

Jiang Shiyu could not understand Yang Pingsheng's feelings, because she had never experienced the days when she could not see.

Before Yang Pingsheng's eyesight was restored, he spent his childhood in darkness. It was a lonely, isolated, and terrifying period that Yang Pingsheng did not want to recall.

But the habit from that time was already ingrained in Yang Pingsheng; he longed to see more different scenery.

"In addition, the subsidies for each mission are quite substantial, much better than part-time jobs. I can help support my family and buy things for myself as well," Yang Pingsheng said with a smile.

Jiang Shiyu shook her head helplessly.

If he hadn't run into her on a mission that day, she wouldn't have dragged him into this.

To be honest, she liked him quite a bit. They shared the same hobbies and could talk about anything at school. If she could, she wouldn't want to drag him into this world.

But now that we've seen it, there's nothing we can do.

Moreover, he has a good temperament. He had no psychological burden when he killed for the first time. He is also quick to learn these things. Most importantly, he is calm enough to accept everything.

Being able to accept it already puts you ahead of many others.

Jiang Shiyu looked at Yang Pingsheng again. She liked his calmness—a calmness that remained composed even in the face of darkness and evil. During their conversation, Yang Pingsheng had told her that he hated the Huamei Manor described in the book. He felt that it was not a kind of elegance and civilization, but a kind of cruelty and hypocrisy. Behind that beauty lay endless blood and tears.

As Yang Pingsheng spoke, his expression remained calm, which reminded Jiang Shiyu of that night when she had asked him to kill the last target in order to prove that he had genuinely joined them.

Yang Pingsheng made his move, and the blood splattered on his face, but it didn't elicit the slightest psychological reaction from him.

"Senior, it's nothing, I'd like to stay here by myself for a while," Yang Pingsheng said.

Jiang Shiyu agreed and tactfully returned to the nearby cabin.

The light in the cabin flickered, and the sound of waves crashing outside the window filled the air. She leaned down and looked out the window at Yang Pingsheng sitting there, engrossed in his book. She murmured to herself, "Even if he saw this side of things, what could he do? How long could he endure such darkness and cruelty? In the end, people will always strive for the light."

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"What a terrifying dream."

Du Wanli wiped the cold sweat from his forehead; he had almost fallen in.

The voice of Ling Tiandu echoed in her mind: "Use the secret treasure I gave you, and you should be able to find the location of the [Human Chess].

"...Won't Song Panning find out about you?"

"Don't make a sound, just communicate with me using your mind," Ling Tiandu said. "She won't be able to find out, and it's all thanks to you. Without your information, I really wouldn't have been able to deduce the situation of the fifth female villain."

"Hehe, that's truly my honor."

Du Wanli got up and took out the jade pendant that Ling Tiandu had given him from his pocket. The jade pendant emitted a soft light, which not only dispelled the surrounding fog but also gave a clear location.

Du Wanli exclaimed in surprise: "It can actually sense the location."

"The Human Chess Plan is our Guardian Heaven Sect's plan. No one can escape our grasp," Ling Tiandu said calmly. "You just need to carry out the plan."

"...What a boastful person."

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing, don't worry, leave it to me."

Du Wanli took a deep breath and took a step forward.

But then, he put on a stern face: "But I'm a fucking man! No matter how useful [Thousand Faces] is, you can't make me pretend to be a woman!"

"You still care about this?"

"Nonsense! And she's a shorty too. You can't sow discord like this."

“If you think that won’t work, then play Wen Shihan.” Ling Tiandu’s voice rang out again. “According to my calculations, it would be most effective for you to provoke him now.”

"...How am I, a grown man, supposed to say such cheesy things?"

"...Haven't you already realized your mission?"

"That's because I was so excited to see you that I just said a few things offhand, and who knew you would take it seriously."

Du Wanli was both amused and exasperated: "Can't we just not go?"

"You've already entered the formation. Song Panning has most likely discovered you. If you don't want to die, then follow my plan."

"I know, I know……"

Du Wanli sighed.

The first step is to have flowing black hair and sculpt the face.

The second step involves changing one's posture and moving with light steps.

The third step is to change one's expression and let one's gaze disappear.

After walking a few steps, the surrounding mist gradually dissipated, and Du Wanli had transformed into Wen Shihan.

Following the jade pendant's guidance, he quickly made his way to that location. Although the mist obscured his view, it did not pose much of a hindrance.

Soon, he met the chess player, Yang Pingsheng.

He stood there silently, his eyes calm, gazing into the depths of the mist, lost in thought.

Du Wanli walked up behind him, but after a long pause, he couldn't utter a single word.

It's truly a pity that he, a grown man, simply couldn't express so many emotions towards another man, especially since he was now in a woman's body, which only made him feel even more damned.

"Hurry up, don't give Song Panning time to react," Ling Tiandu's voice urged.

"Brother, elder brother." Forced into a corner, Du Wanli could only grit his teeth and call out.

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past life.

Since being pulled into another world by Jiang Shiyu, Yang Pingsheng has been studying and carrying out missions at the same time.

During the day, he and Jiang Shiyu studied at university, and in the evenings or during holidays, they would go on missions together.

The two became closer, and even spent the entire summer vacation together.

crunch--

A lone wooden boat was moored in the harbor, the waves constantly pushing it, making it creak and groan. In a wooden hut near the dock, Yang Pingsheng checked the bullets in his gun and loaded them one by one.

Jiang Shiyu walked over and said, "The buyer won't be here for a while. Everyone else has gone to the designated location. We'll go over there later."

Yang Pingsheng nodded without saying anything. Jiang Shiyu leaned closer and asked curiously, "Aren't you nervous?"

What's there to be nervous about?

"There might be a shootout later."

Will there be any more fierce battles in the trade?

"Who can say for sure?"

Jiang Shiyu smacked her lips, looked at the copy of "Wuthering Heights" on the table, picked it up, and flipped through it.

"I'll give you this book after the mission is over," she suddenly said.

Yang Pingsheng put down the gun in his hand, looked at her, and shook his head: "No, from now on, I won't watch anymore."

"Didn't you like it quite a bit?"

"Books have shaped my soul. I think I might need some other books."

"After we finish the task, I'll take you shopping," Jiang Shiyu said with a smile. "Reading more books is a good thing. Books can broaden your horizons and influence your thinking. A good book can have an impact on you no less than that of an excellent teacher."

“I think you’re suited to be a teacher.” She suddenly changed the subject and continued, “Why don’t you become a teacher after you graduate?”

Yang Pingsheng thought for a moment and was about to answer when noise suddenly came from the walkie-talkie on the table.

"006, 006, we've been attacked! The enemy—"

Before the words were finished, a gunshot rang out, followed by a series of whooshing sounds.

Jiang Shiyu's expression changed drastically, and she grabbed the gun from the table.

Yang Pingsheng also stood up and turned off the light.

Darkness enveloped them, and even the sound of the waves outside became quiet.

Another gunshot rang out.

This time it wasn't from the walkie-talkie, but from outside. Among the hidden people, someone shouted, "Protect the cargo!" The next second, a hail of bullets erupted.

Da da da da—

Jiang Shiyu grabbed Yang Pingsheng's head, shattering the glass and sending bullets flying. They too suffered an undeserved calamity.

Yang Pingsheng was still young after all, and panic showed on his face. Jiang Shiyu whispered, "Don't move," and then rushed out with her gun.