The improved female villains regained their memories.

"Sister, you promised me."

"Waaah..."

He smiled, a forced smile, and hugged Luo Benmo in his arms.

"Sister, I need to go somewhere."

"Have you abandoned me in your life?"

Luo Benmo's eyes reddened, and he was about to cry again.

"I don't mean I don't want you."

Yang Pingsheng wiped away Luo Benmo's tears and said, "But the place I'm going to is very, very far away. You won't be able to find me there."

"Then I want to go with you."

"No, you can't. You have to wait here obediently, wait..."

He wanted to say, "Wait for me to come back."

However, just as he was about to say those words, his tone suddenly changed, turning into a sob.

"Wait for me to come back..."

Saying those words felt like it took all my strength.

Tears, dripping and falling.

"You...you must live well, take good care of yourself, and be alright..."

Unable to control myself.

Yang Pingsheng held Luo Benmo tightly in his arms.

"I will remember you, my sister..."

The system watched without making a sound to disturb.

"Pingsheng, why are you crying? Don't cry, I'll take care of myself."

Luo Benmo raised his hand and wiped away his tears: "In my life, I've never cried without being sad... that's not good."

On a starlit night, one person said this to another.

Now, that person is returning those words to him.

Crying is not good.

Yang Pingsheng smiled through his tears: "Oh no, sister, you must take good care of yourself and wait for me... to come back."

"Okay~ So when are you leaving, Pingsheng?"

"I……"

Afraid of wiping—

Something is broken.

When Yang Pingsheng came to his senses, he had already become a spirit.

The starlight dissipated in Luo Benmo's hand, and she stared at the specks of light, lost in thought.

In mid-air, their eyes met.

"Did they leave?

Luo Benmo withdrew his gaze and smiled, "Then I will also live well and wait for Pingsheng to return."

She couldn't wait any longer.

The world's will has begun to intervene, and the memory of Yang Pingsheng will eventually be erased.

On the third night, Luo Benmo suddenly burst into tears while lying in bed alone.

"Waaaaah, Pingsheng, where are you? I don't want you to leave, I want you to come back. Pingsheng, Pingsheng, don't you want me anymore?"

The cries were so heart-wrenching that they broke anyone's heart.

Yang Pingsheng just watched, his cold eyes devoid of light, his heart unmoved.

He felt as if he were already dead.

On the fifth day, Luo Benmo suddenly began carving words on the stone wall, stroke by stroke, carving the three characters "Yang Pingsheng".

She would carve every night, and when she woke up the next day, she would see that the carved words were gone, so she would start carving again.

From the stone wall, to the floor, and finally to oneself.

It was a bloody mess, with Yang Pingsheng everywhere.

"Promises, good, evil, love, keeping promises, never breaking a word, waiting..."

She became delirious, her silver hair stained with dirt, and she muttered incoherently.

On the tenth day, she suddenly started banging her head against the wall, again and again, until she was covered in blood.

But her naturally healing body allowed her wounds to heal quickly, and whenever they healed, she would bang her head against the wall again.

On the thirtieth day, she sat in the wooden carving made by Yang Pingsheng, her eyes closed, a smile on her face.

"Live well, don't go out, stay here, wait, wait, wait for your brother..."

She no longer remembered what Yang Pingsheng looked like, but unlike Wen Shihan's breakdown, she instead showed a happy smile.

“I have a younger brother. I’ll wait for him to come back. He definitely won’t abandon me.”

As she read, she began to hum a lullaby—a lullaby for her mother.

All the wooden carvings of Yang Pingsheng had their faces distorted, making them look exceptionally bizarre and terrifying. But Luo Benmo did not abandon these carvings; he still held them, humming a lullaby, lost in the darkness.

"Let's go."

The system's voice rang out: "This world has ended."

Without spiritual energy or personality, and trapped by his own beliefs, Luo Benmo could no longer pose a threat to the world.

She has become a ghost, an underground ghost. Wandering in this forbidden land where no one comes, waiting for someone to return.

"Ah."

Yang Pingsheng took one last look at Luo Benmo.

The delicate young girl lay among the wooden carvings, embracing the last carving of an older sister carrying her younger brother, and fell asleep happily.

At least, they're still alive...

It's good that you're still alive.

Yang Pingsheng's figure began to disappear. His lips moved as he spoke to Luo Benmo:

Goodbye, sister.

No matter what, he will always remember the happiness he felt when he was with her.

The soul dissipated, leaving only nothingness.

However, what Yang Pingsheng didn't know was that right after he left, Luo Benmo suddenly burst into tears.

"Waaaaah, my little brother doesn't want me anymore. I've been abandoned again. He'll never come back."

She cried bitterly, her heart breaking.

"They don't want me anymore, they've all left, why, why have they all left?"

"Waaaaah, Xiao Mo had already given everything away and didn't want anything anymore, so why did she still leave? What did Xiao Mo do wrong? Why did she leave? Why did she abandon Xiao Mo? Xiao Mo did nothing wrong."

"Waaaaah, come back, please, come back, I'll die, Xiao Mo will die, little brother, waaaaah..."

The cries echoed in the darkness, lingering for a long time.

She was abandoned.

Again.

Chapter Thirty: The Blood Path Is Not Alone

Yang Pingsheng once read this sentence.

Butterflies will eventually fly, leaves will eventually fall. This is the fate of the leaf, this is the course of the butterfly.

This statement perfectly describes Yang Pingsheng and Luo Benmo. One of them was destined to leave this world, while the other was destined to be bound by fate. Perhaps from the very beginning, becoming siblings was a mistake.

His soul had already dissipated, and the void was enveloping him. Just then, Yang Pingsheng suddenly spoke: "Wait a moment."

The system asked, "What's wrong?"

"How are Luo Benmo's men doing?"

"Why are you suddenly asking about them?" The system looked at Yang Pingsheng strangely. "Didn't I tell you? In recent years, the cultivation forces have been massacring bloodthirsty people, and they've almost wiped them out long ago."

"Uncle Tie Niu, how is he?"

Yang Pingsheng still remembered that big man; it was he who took care of him when they were in the den of villains.

Although he always steals his food, he is indeed a good person; at least Yang Pingsheng has never heard of him doing anything bad.

Perhaps he shouldn't have asked how he was doing, but rather, "Is he still alive?"

After a long silence, the system replied, "Dead."

The answer was as expected.

Luo Benmo was the backbone of their group; once she fell, the bloodthirsty ones couldn't hold out for long.

Despite Luo Benmo's ability to transform the entire population of Lingquan City into bloodthirsty individuals, and the presence of the Four Heavenly Kings leading the charge, they are actually at their last gasp.

The difficulty in wiping them out lies in their indistinguishability among the crowd; if it were a direct confrontation, a single celestial being could wipe them out.

In the years since Luo Benmo disappeared, the Four Heavenly Kings have died, fled, or been injured, and all the Earthly Fiends and Heavenly Generals under his command have been wiped out. The remaining henchmen have found it difficult to organize an effective resistance.

Tie Niu was the first of the Four Heavenly Kings to die.

When did he die?

"Just this year."