“Go to hell, all of you go to hell…”
She slowly reached for a stone that had fallen to the side, slowly sat up, and moved her body in a strange posture towards the old lady.
“Can you just die? If you die, I’ll be better off. How can you still be alive? You should just die!”
With the stone in hand, she struck down as the old lady looked on in terror, blood splattering everywhere.
“Ah…”
A childish scream echoed, and Fu Yuling saw the original owner turn her head stiffly towards the sound, realizing it was He Wen standing there.
“Get out!”
Her voice was cold and her blood-soaked appearance startled He Wen, who stood by the window, causing him to flee in a hurry.
The original owner then looked at the old woman who was barely breathing and tossed aside the stone. She grabbed the old lady’s leg with one hand and dragged her further inside.
She went to fetch some flour and dumped it all over the old lady, especially on her face. She deliberately put extra flour on it.
“Let’s die together, alright? But how can you die more easily than I do? Right?”
She picked up some burning firewood and came over. The person on the ground seemed to realize what she was about to do and whimpered as if begging her not to.
But at this moment, the original owner had lost all reason. She decisively threw the firewood onto the old lady.
The flames ignited immediately, and under the intense light, the person on the ground began to roll violently. As the struggle continued, there was eventually no movement left.
The fire raged on, filling the room and even outside with a strange burnt smell.
The person was dead, a horrific death.
As a spectator, Fu Yuling knew that the original owner, the perpetrator, also understood this.
“She’s dead, she’s really dead…”
She laughed wildly, then collapsed to the ground in pain.
“Finally, you old hag are dead… dead…”
Covering her face, her tears mixed with blood, leaving her unrecognizable.
She staggered outside. When the door opened, the sunlight hit her. She reached out to touch it. The brightness made her eyes sting, causing her to fall to the ground.
“How did it come to this… Mom, Dad, Xiao Qi, please save me…”
She struggled.
“…I’m going to die! Then let me die…”
The original owner switched back and forth between desperately seeking help and going crazy, and Fu Yuling seemed to understand.
The original owner had become aware of her separation from the plot, but the strength of the plot allowed her to only maintain brief moments of clarity, with the rest of the time spent acting according to the novel’s descriptions.
At this moment, Fu Yuling suddenly felt lost about who to blame for everything.
In this story, all the hatred, emotions, and past identities were merely characters crafted by an author. In short, just a few words could determine their entire life.
For someone in a book, the saddest part isn’t knowing they are in a novel, but realizing it and yet being unable to break free from the constraints and forced to follow the plot.
At this point, that person could no longer be considered human, but rather a tool.
Should one pity the original owner? But the conscious part of her didn’t want any of this to happen. Should she resent the old lady and He Jingxue? They were merely constructs of the author’s imagination.
All grievances and rights and wrongs couldn’t be explained at this moment.
Fu Yuling saw the original owner fall to the ground. Besides the very young He An, the other three children hesitated but still gathered around the original owner, looking worried.
The original owner smiled, revealing blood-stained teeth, a scene both tragic and broken. “Don’t meet me in the next life…”
