Vivian felt like she had had a long dream.

In the dream, she experienced her life all over again.

From the moment her mother gave birth to her, the white and plump little baby girl fell to the ground. The young and strong father held her in his arms and teased the tip of his nose with a silly smile on his face. The gentle and kind-hearted mother was lying on the bed with a look of happiness on her face.

After such a good time passed for a while, when she was a few years old, she accidentally went to the toilet late at night and overheard a conversation in her parents' room.

For the first time, she knew that having only one girl in the family would be looked down upon. Girls could not inherit the family business, and girls could not help work in the fields. No matter how well-raised and painful a girl was, she would eventually get married when she grew up. It would be cheaper.

Someone else’s house.

The father wants a boy.

So not long after, my younger brother was born.

It should have been a happy thing, but the dream suddenly dimmed.

It was a familiar scene, but the states of the characters were completely different. The father was sluggish on the chair as if he had lost his soul, letting his newborn brother cry loudly next to him, while the mother...

Mother...

The mother was lying motionless on the bed, perhaps only the large blood stains on the sheets hinted at what had happened. This was the first time she had seen blood, and the first time she had seen...

Corpse.

Human beings are so fragile.

In her dream, Vivian saw a dark figure standing behind her. She had a similar face and outline to her, no, to be precise, it should be exactly the same, as if they were the same person.

The black shadow stuck behind him, as if whispering, pointing at the baby who was still crying in his swaddling clothes.

"It's all...his fault."

"It was he who killed my mother, it was he who destroyed this family, it was he..."

"No..."

"No!!" My younger self held my head in pain and yelled.

"He is my younger brother, the only boy in the family. I...I want to take good care of him. I want to be a good sister who will not let my mother down. Sister..."

"..."

The screen changed again.

Time flowed much faster this time, and many scenes flashed by.

Vivian saw her washing her brother's urine-soaked sheets by the creek in the middle of winter, her thin body dragging her drunken father home, and her bathing under the scorching sun.

, she would go to the fields and bend down to cut the grass section by section, or she would stay up all night mending clothes for others in order to pay off debts and make money.

But the only difference between these pictures and the previous ones is that since the death of her mother, there has always been a black shadow floating in the air behind her, following her all the time, inseparable, as if they were one.

When washing the sheets, the shadow will keep complaining about his idiot brother. When dragging his father, the shadow will float on his body and kick his feet hard. When mowing the grass in the scorching sun, the shadow will complain that it is too hot and tired. When mending late at night, the shadow will

, the black shadow would huff and puff, lie on her back and doze off.

But even so, they are like two parallel lines with no intersection.

until...

That rainy night.

The memory that is supposed to come will still come, even if you hide it deep down and think you have forgotten it.

When the sickle cut her neck easily, scarlet blood filled her vision again, fear and remorse once threatened to make her collapse...

She became the shadow behind her, and the shadow behind her became her.

Following closely behind, there was another voice.

"hehe..."

"There's really nothing I can do about you."

This was the first time Vivian heard the shadow's voice. When she heard it in real life, her first reaction was that it sounded a bit like that of a landlord's daughter, with a very pretended contemptuous tone.

But...it sounds good.

The sound is really nice.

I don’t know if it’s a tacit understanding, but this voice once again sounded in the dreamland that should have been silent and quiet.

"Hello."

"Wake up!"

"Don't sleep!"

Vivian opened her eyes drowsily.

She found herself half-lying under the big tree, and Xiao Hei was lying in her arms.

The first thing the girl did after waking up was to muster up the courage to nervously look back in the air behind her, but after staring stupidly for a long time, there was nothing there.

Maybe even Vivian herself didn't notice it.

On her face at this moment, there was a look of disappointment that could not be concealed.

"What's wrong, Vivian?" Liao Zixuan, who was lying in the little girl's arms, naturally noticed Vivian's little movements after waking up.

But he had made an agreement in a bet with the second personality.

He cannot directly tell Vivian about the existence of the second personality in any way, otherwise the bet will be invalid. This is why Liao Zixuan is now asking questions knowingly and pretending to be stupid.

By the way.

Whether the second personality is sleeping or not depends on the extent of the dark side in Vivian's heart.

What is very glorious is that, under the unremitting efforts of a certain little wolf cub, the second personality has been able to successfully do this. There is no need to fall asleep, and it can be in Vivian's mind as it pleases, cracking melon seeds, sitting on the bench, like

Just like the audience, they share various body perceptions with Vivian and understand everything happening in the outside world.

"No...it's okay. Thank you, Xiaohei, for always staying by my side. How long...how long have I been unconscious just now?"

"About half an hour or so." Liao Zixuan made an estimate in his mind. He didn't say much and just followed Vivian's words without mentioning anything unusual about being in a coma.

"Half an hour... Oops! We have to hurry up and continue on our way!"

After hearing the answer, the girl's face quickly showed an anxious look, but when she was about to stand up, she suddenly froze.

Vivian's gaze stopped at the weapon placed under the shade of the tree on her left.

That's a handful...

Blood red sickle.

"Don't leave in a hurry. Take a look at this Vivian." Liao Zixuan's telepathy brought Vivian's complicated thoughts back to reality.

The little wolf cub picked up an envelope and a piece of purple grass from the side, which were found from Rolle's body.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "This...is this!?" The little girl's attention was not focused on the envelope, but was attracted by the purple grass.

"Amethyst grass." Liao Zixuan answered truthfully.

Then, fearing that the girl would forget, I added another sentence later.

"This is what we have worked so hard to find, the herb that can cure your brother's illness."

A look of surprise flashed across Vivian's face for an instant.

Just when she was about to think about taking the herbs home quickly, the girl's eyes fell on the envelope that she had subconsciously ignored.

When the little girl opened it and looked at it, Vivian's expression changed again and again.

The letter explained that his brother's strange disease was not an isolated case, there had been many cases in Huodian City, and amethyst grass was the only herb that could suppress it at present.

At the same time, the letter also let Vivian know about the evil things that the Vulcan Cult and the group secretly carried out in the Forest of Terrorclaw, which explained why the group was intercepted and killed, preventing them from going deep into the forest.

In order to give birth to amethyst grass, they did not hesitate to help the monsters evolve and grow.

If they are allowed to continue, the consequences of this will cause the monsters in the Dreadclaw Forest to become extremely powerful, uncontrollable, and even go berserk.

And you must know that once the monsters in the Terrorclaw Forest go wild and form a wave of monsters, the first ones to suffer will be the most rural villages like them.

Therefore, Vivian now has two choices before her.

First, take the Amethyst Grass home quickly, and take your brother and father out of the village before the Vulcan Cult's birth ceremony is over, as far away as possible.

second...

Vivian couldn't help but turn her eyes to the sickle on her left.

second,

Continue to go deep into the forest, find the "Terror Claw" lair, eliminate all the Vulcan Cults, terminate the birth ceremony inside, and at the same time, "conveniently" take away the countless amethyst grasses planted inside.

If it were in the past, Vivian would not have to think about it, because the "second" option would not have appeared at all.

but now...

After the girl took a deep breath, as if she had used a lot of courage, she reached out and grasped the sickle lying quietly on the ground.

Then.

"Xiao Hei, are you afraid?"

The little girl answered with a wolf roar that was arrogant and full of disdain, full of disdain and provocative, and provocative and full of unparalleled confidence.
Chapter completed!