The improved female villains regained their memories.

"Master, are you listening to me?"

"Sorry, Master was lost in thought." Yang Pingsheng smiled and pulled her into his arms. "What did you just say?"

"I want to go out and play."

"But we agreed yesterday that you would be practicing today."

"I want to play," Li Chumo said, raising his hands. "I want to go fishing with Master, I want to catch deer, I want to..."

“I know, I know,” Yang Pingsheng said, “but you have to cultivate today.”

"I want to play! I want to play!"

"Alright." Yang Pingsheng smiled helplessly and chose to compromise.

His smile looked beautiful in the sunlight, but he had smiled like that many times before; ever since the First and Second Worlds, this smile had always appeared on his face.

Then he took Li Chumo to the familiar forest. In nature, she reverted to her true nature and happily frolicked on the grass.

Yang Pingsheng leaned against the tree, quietly watching her.

The afternoon sun shone on him, warm and comforting.

"It's not that he had no ideals, but when he lived in such a hell, his life was filled with hatred, his ideals were buried, and he never had any joy in this life."

He wanted to laugh, but he knew that the smile was just a false display. The color of blood had already blurred his vision. The power called hatred had taught him the most truthful truth—as long as one becomes ruthless, one will not be hurt by feelings.

Those things he once loved most became burdens in the end. He yearned for love, but ultimately he was just a passerby in this mortal world. His heart still aches, but his burning passion has become part of the cold winter. He is no longer himself; he has become a demon. He wants to see what he can lose now that he has become a demon.

Of course he knew that everything he had done was irreversible. The bloody reality forced him to create more bloody reality. He had regretted it, but what he regretted was why he didn't let things just happen naturally, and why there was still a trace of goodness in his heart.

Was it because people are complex? Or because there was still a sliver of goodness in his heart? In any case, he showed mercy, but why did he show mercy? Was it because he was still the compassionate person he once was? No! He had become ruthless. He showed mercy because he thought that perhaps it wasn't such a bad thing to let the seeds of enmity grow in ignorance!

His vengeful madness has led the world to call him a demon, but I would argue that he was a pathetic wretch, a homeless, worldly-wandering wretch.

Yes, he was a pitiful wretch. Fate became his teacher when he was most ignorant, and from then on, he became a pawn of fate. He was driven mad by revenge, lost and helpless, like a pitiful child who couldn't find his way home. But in reality, his true enemy was already laughing heartily behind the scenes.

Fate was his enemy; it played a simple joke on him and ruined his life.

Therefore, he became a demon, and Wuthering Heights was full of demons like him.

The light of dusk fell on his face, and in that short time, he seemed to fall asleep again.

In my memory, I seem to recall what my senior had said, and her favorite book, Wuthering Heights.

A butterfly landed on him.

Its wings emit a soft light, and when it flies, it dances like fluorescent lights, light as a dream.

This is a Dream Butterfly, which can only be found in the mountains near the Kongling Sect.

They absorb sunlight with their wings during the day, and as the sun gradually sets, their wings emit different lights, like stars falling to earth, which is quite beautiful.

"Master, I'm hungry!"

The sound of running and shouting startled the butterfly away. Yang Pingsheng watched it leave and then stood up.

"Okay, Master will take you to get something to eat."

"Eat meat! Eat meat!"

"Grilled fish?"

"Um... I want roast chicken."

"Then let's roast chicken."

"Yes, yes, but I also want to eat grilled fish."

"

"Then let's eat them all!"

"it is good!"

Yang Pingsheng smiled, took Li Chumo's hand, and took a step.

Click.

Yang Pingsheng's smile vanished.

Li Chumo was confused and looked up at him: "Master?"

"It's alright." He smiled again. "Let's go."

As the sun gradually set, light appeared on the grass, dense and numerous, like countless stars.

With each step Yang Pingsheng took, he extinguished a small portion of the light.

The soles of his shoes, covered in stars, became the night sky.

The grass is covered with stars like these.

The star is dead.

He died in Li Chumo's game.

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A sudden downpour occurred.

The blue and white sky was covered by thick dark clouds, just like a piece of pure white paper that had been stained with ink.

The rain curtain connects heaven and earth.

The houses in the fox tribe were on the verge of collapse due to the torrential rain.

The search party returned empty-handed because of the torrential rain.

"Damn it, we've run into this downpour."

"Without news for a whole day and night, coupled with this torrential rain, the prognosis is probably grim."

"Go and report to the clan chief first."

When the parents of the missing children saw the capture team return empty-handed, they understood what had happened. One fox-woman mother, unable to accept it, fainted on the spot.

Since that headless murder case, another missing person case has emerged, involving fox-people children, one of whom is even the daughter of the capture team leader.

The village was shrouded in a thick fog, like a dreamlike place after being soaked by rain. The distant mountains appeared and disappeared, their green leaves made even more vibrant by the rain, and the trees swayed in the wind and rain, rustling softly.

The torrential rain relentlessly washed over the land, turning mountain paths and canyons into muddy tracks, becoming the culprit for the capture team's empty-handed return.

The tribal chief's name was Hua Yanshu. She stood in the room, looking at the heavy rain outside the window, listening to her subordinates' reports, her brows furrowed.

No major incidents have occurred in the tribe for many years.

Since that escape case many years ago, the tribe has been under much stricter control. They thought that this might bring peace for several decades, but they never expected such a big case to occur now.

Hua Yanshu knew very well that the so-called werewolf tribe was just a pretext. The real killer was hiding in the tribe and was very likely one of their accomplices. However, the method of the crime was rather ruthless.

What kind of person would be so heartless as to kill a girl, cut off her head, eat her body, and then leave her there?

The thought that such a pervert was hiding among the fox people made Hua Yanshu feel somewhat solemn.

"Such a depraved person should have obvious signs, or at least not be very well hidden. This person..." She looked at the rain outside the window, her mind wavering.

She dared not spread the news, fearing that her people would become suspicious of each other.

The bamboo houses near the outskirts of the village are in a very bad location, surrounded by mud and water, with wet and slippery mud roads.

The girl stood there, letting the rain soak her body, her calm eyes sweeping over the rustling bamboo forest.

"What a beautiful day..." she said indifferently.

Her face was delicate, but her eyes and brows exuded a maturity that seemed to have been tempered by time. Her large eyes were deep and bright, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings, adding to her charm.

She seems to have changed.

The rain poured down, and she watched it indifferently, thinking of the moment not long ago.

Why did you do that?!

The man, seeing his companion's corpse, fell to the ground in terror and screamed in despair:

“My dad works for the arrest team. If you dare to treat me like this, I’ll make sure he arrests you.”

boom!

A clap of thunder in the sky brought the girl's thoughts back to reality.

Why did I do that?

She looked at her hands and asked, "Why?"

She didn't know why either.

All she knew was that when she chopped off her head, when she tore at her body, when she strangled her and made her unable to breathe, when she took a wooden stick and beat her to death...

She was freed.

The relief was like being suffocated in water for a long time and then suddenly being pulled out to breathe deeply—it was exhilarating and comfortable. She had never felt like she had lived before, or rather, she had never felt like she could live like this.

She once had ideals, but the moment the flames of revenge consumed her, those ideals were buried, and she never experienced joy again for the rest of her life.

"What should I do next?"

Escape?

But where can we escape to?

The tribe has very strict rules: fox people can only live in this area for their entire lives. If they leave without permission, they will be wanted by the capture team and will face endless pursuit.

With mountains stretching endlessly, where could a child possibly run off to?

She grew up listening to those stories, which said that the methods of the capture team were extremely powerful, and those who fell into their hands could neither live nor die.

She is only eleven years old this year, but she has already offended an enemy that even adults dare not provoke. It can be said that from now on, she will be walking on thin ice and living with evil.

So, does she regret it?

"There's nothing to regret. They bullied me and ruined my benefactor's gift. They deserve to die!"

"However, killing three people in such a hurry has probably already alerted the clan leader. Although I destroyed the evidence, I will be found out sooner or later, and the capture team is very likely to focus on me. I must prepare for this as soon as possible."

The heavy rain kept pouring down on her, making her mind exceptionally calm.

Grandma, that's right, Grandma. Grandma is old and her memory isn't good, maybe we can use that to our advantage.