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"I?"

"I am your sister."

Hearing this answer, Zi Su was stunned for a moment, then he smiled helplessly and slowly loosened his clenched fists.

"Yes."

"You are my sister."

Chapter 187 Darkness

Zi Su is not a fool. She has been struggling on her own for so many years, how could she be a fool?

Of course she could notice Xinghe's various abnormalities, but in these eleven years of her life, the warmth that Zi Su longed for most was so close to her that she couldn't help but feel confused for the first time in a long time.

Xinghe squatted on the snow, carefully outlining with a stick. She looked surprisingly serious, and with just a few simple strokes, she outlined the familiar eyebrows and eyes.

Zi Su stood aside and watched, and suddenly realized that the person drawn on the ground seemed to be herself. Zi Su, who was originally worried, smiled, leaned over slightly, stuck behind Xing He, and asked with a smile.

“Why do you want to draw me?”

Xinghe turned her little face, revealing a clean and bright smile, and spoke softly.

"Because my sister is very beautiful."

Zi Su was stunned when he heard this, and subconsciously lowered his head to look at his rough, calloused hands.

This seemed to be the first time she had heard such an evaluation in all these years.

Thinking of this, Zi Su laughed silently. She reached out her hand, gently stroked Xinghe's little head, and said softly.

“This is a good kid.”

Xinghe didn't seem to like this kind of intimate way. Like a kitten shaking off water, she shook her little head, shook off Zi Su's hand, and said to Zi Su in a reproachful manner.

"That's weird, sister."

Zi Su raised his eyebrows slightly, tilted his head slightly, and said with a smile.

"I learned this from my brother. He is just so clumsy."

“But I think this is also his most gentle side.”

After she finished speaking, a strange look flashed in Xinghe's eyes. She put down the branch, looked at Zisu seriously, and asked softly.

"Do you... like him?"

Bang! Zi Su slapped Xing He's little head without any hesitation. She looked at Xing He who was covering her little head and said unhappily.

"What's going on in your head?"

Xinghe looked aggrieved, lowered his head, and muttered softly.

"I see you always talk about him, so..."

Zi Su put his hands on his hips, shook his head and laughed.

"It would be a waste to use the boss as someone he likes."

"Being a brother is the best choice."

Xinghe nodded as if she understood, but still seemed to not understand what Zi Su was talking about. At this moment, Zi Su's stomach suddenly made a rumbling sound.

The noise made both of them focus their eyes on Zi Su's flat belly. Zi Su's face turned red, but before he could say anything, Xing He volunteered to raise his hand and said happily.

"I'm going to collect firewood."

After saying that, she ran out without waiting for Zi Su's consent. Zi Su looked at Xing He's back, thought about it, but still did not call her out. He just sighed helplessly.

"I have to eat those broken cans again."

The taste of those canned foods was so bad that it would be a stretch to say that they were unpalatable. They were just barely edible enough. After eating canned foods for several days in a row, even Zi Su felt that his tongue was about to break.

Zi Su stood there, looking around. Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she remembered that when she was on the move a few days ago, she had seen a frozen lake in the distance.

In Zi Su's childhood memory, she had seen many people dig an ice hole on the lake in winter and fish out of it.

If she could get a fish today, it would definitely be a great meal.

Zi Su has always been a straightforward person. As soon as the idea came to his mind, he walked towards the frozen lake without any hesitation.

The memories of the past had long been blurred. Zi Su had forgotten that fishing also required bait and a fishing rod. She just ran towards the frozen lake with excitement.

The sun was shining brightly, and the smooth ice surface reflected the warm sunlight, emitting a pleasing light. This scenery made Zi Su even more excited, and he walked a little faster.

After a while, Zi Su's feet stepped lightly on the ice. The cold air flowed along the soles of his shoes and reached the soles of his feet, making Zi Su gasp for air. This made him even more excited.

Zi Su took out his pistol without thinking, pointed it at the ice, and pulled the trigger.

Sometimes people do stupid things, which seems to be unavoidable for anyone. Even themselves will think deeply about it afterwards.

Why did I do such a stupid thing at that time?

Bang! The deafening sound of gunfire echoed on the empty ice surface, and the cold air spread upward. Zi Su only had time to hear a crisp sound before his body suddenly fell, and fell to the bottom of the lake along with the broken ice.

The cold lake water was like sharp needles, piercing every pore of Zi Su. The strong feeling of suffocation made her eyes go black. She struggled in pain, but found that her body was slowly sinking and the light in front of her eyes was getting dimmer and dimmer.

The feeling of drowning is like falling into an abyss. The body becomes light and the light fades away. The body becomes heavy and becomes heavier and heavier.

Just when Zi Su was about to suffocate, she seemed to see a huge monster lurking at the bottom of the dark water.

And this was the last vague scene Zi Su saw before he fell into a coma.

……

In the dark and lightless sea of ​​consciousness, Zi Su felt like a stone, slowly sinking and falling into the endless hell.

In the biting cold, past memories revolved around like a kaleidoscope of memories, finally stopping at the bloodstained side.

In a trance, Zi Su seemed to have returned to the night that truly changed her.

Seven years ago, the Corpse God Cult.

Amidst the roar of wind and thunder and the heavy rain, a girl's painful screams were heard from a dilapidated wooden house.

In the wooden house, under the dim light, the short and thin Zi Su was kicked to the ground by a man. Then the man seemed to be still unsatisfied and punched and kicked Zi Su on the ground, cursing at him.

"You bastard, you just do whatever I tell you to do!"

"You dare to bite me? Today I will make you understand who you are."

Under the man's punches and kicks, the thin Zi Su had to curl up his body, hug his head and sob softly.

Suddenly, the man stopped what he was doing, squatted beside Zi Su, grabbed Zi Su's hair savagely and roughly, and forced her to raise her head.

"Cry, cry loudly!"

"Don't you love crying the most?"

The young Zi Su looked at the man timidly and stopped crying out of fear. When the man saw this, a hint of sickness flashed in his eyes. His gaze passed over Zi Su's thin and small body with disgusting aggression.

This sight made Zi Su's body tremble continuously and his expression was desperate.

After Zi Su's mother died, the people of the Corpse God Cult handed her over to the middle-aged man in front of them on the pretext of taking care of her.

At first, the middle-aged man looked kind, but not long after, his true nature was exposed. When Zi Su failed to bring him tea or water in time, he picked up the teapot filled with hot water and smashed it heavily on Zi Su's weak body.

From then on, it was hell on earth for Zi Su.

The man seemed to treat the young Zi Su as a punching bag, often punching and kicking Zi Su, leaving Zi Su's body covered with bruises, without a single piece of healthy flesh, and even leaving many scars.

But it seemed that the man was concerned about other people's eyes and never left any scars on Zi Su's face.

Zi Su originally thought that such a life was hell on earth, but she didn't expect that today, the man suddenly wanted to take off her clothes. In fear, Zi Su bit the man's hand and refused to let go.

And after that, she was greeted with a brutal beating. With the sound of thunder and rain outside the house, the man was no longer afraid that others would hear Zi Su's cries, and he hit her a little harder than before.

When the man was looking at Zi Su carefully, he suddenly saw the bite scar on his hand. He immediately became angry, slapped Zi Su in the face, and then slammed her head heavily to the ground.

"Damn it, I'm not interested at all."

After saying that, the man stood up, walked to the bed and lay down directly. The young Zi Su curled up on the ground in pain, like a little ball, with tears streaming down his face.

"Mother."

Like every ordinary child, Zi Su was in severe pain all over his body and choked up calling for his mother who had long passed away.

But the man cursed impatiently.

"Why are you screaming? If you make any more noise, I will kill you right now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zi Su's body trembled and he could only cover his mouth with his hands, sobbing softly with his shoulders shaking.

The heavy rain was still falling outside, and in the darkness, the soft sobbing sounds finally faded away slowly.

As the night grew darker, the sound of a man snoring could be heard from the bed. Zi Su lay on the cold ground, unable to fall asleep.

In a trance, the young Zi Su seemed to hear that voice again.

"The ending is already determined, but that shouldn't be your ending."

That night, everything the older brother who was tied to a wooden stake said came true one by one.

And will I spend ten painful years here and then die at the hands of that brother?

Thinking of this, the young Zi Su slowly stood up. She endured the severe pain and walked towards a corner of the room step by step.

She took out a cloth bag from the corner, which contained a pistol and several bullets.

The man seemed to be convinced that the young Zi Su was unable to resist her at all, and he never avoided Zi Su when putting things like pistols.

Zi Su squatted down and clumsily stuffed bullets into the magazine one by one.

What the man didn't know was that while living in a haunted place like the Corpse God Cult, Zi Su had seen other people firing guns countless times. She knew how to change magazines and also knew to pull down the safety bolt before shooting.

After loading the bullets, Zi Su limped to the bed, looked at the sleeping man, pointed the gun at the man's head, and pulled the trigger hard.

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!

Five consecutive gunshots finally penetrated the thick rain outside the house and echoed throughout the stronghold.

That day, when other people arrived at the stronghold, they only saw the man's body with a smashed head, and Zi Su squatting against the wall with blood and broken flesh all over his face.

……

The painful memories come to an abrupt end here.

Zi Su suddenly stood up and woke up from the dark sea of ​​consciousness. As soon as she stood up, she felt a chill.

Didn’t you drown?

Zi Su was still in shock. He looked around and found that he was actually in a greenhouse. The upper body clothes had been taken off and he was leaning against the fire.

Beside her was Xinghe, who looked worried and almost crying.

Zi Su was stunned for a moment, then he suddenly realized, smiled at Xing He, and said softly.

"Did you save me?"

Xinghe didn't say anything, but stretched out her little hand and gently touched Zisu's naked body. With tears in her eyes, she stroked the scars on Zisu's body and said in a depressed mood.

"It hurts a lot."

Zi Su was stunned for a moment, then shook her head gently, looking nonchalant. This was the scar left on her body by the middle-aged man back then. How could it still hurt after so many years? She said to Xinghe with a relaxed look on her face.

"It doesn't hurt. This little injury doesn't hurt at all for me..."

Zi Su's words suddenly stopped, but Xing He suddenly rushed to her, hugged her tightly in her arms like a sister, and sobbed softly.

"Liar, how can it not hurt?"

Xinghe's sudden action made Zisu freeze in place. She subconsciously wanted to break free, but when Xinghe's words fell into her ears word by word, her body seemed to melt in an instant.

It was a very warm hug, so warm that it seemed as if she had once again turned into the helpless, weak and frail little girl she was back then.

Yes, how could it not hurt?

That nightmare-like past, along with this scar, will follow her until she dies and her body disappears.

Her vision suddenly blurred, Zi Su bit her lips tightly, she hugged Xing He tightly in front of her, tears streaming down her face, the pain, fragility, and grievances that had been delayed for seven years, which she had never told anyone about, finally revealed in this quiet moment.

Chapter 188 Instinct

Life is destined to be incomplete. There is no such thing as perfection.