--bite!

"Women will only affect the villain's speed of attack. You need to cut off all of Su Qin'an's thoughts about you and let the villain be beautiful on her own." The mission failed, and the mission taker was penalized 1,000 points.

"Leaving the mission world"

"Periodic deletion and fuzzy task participant memory mode activated—"

Please do not interrupt.

Wu Yue, inside Bai Tang's body, caught these thoughts and couldn't help but begin to doubt whether the information Bai Tang had given her earlier was correct.

The parts related to Su Qin'an and Long Jingyuan seem to be half true and half false.

Sure enough, the system had tampered with her memories. She didn't know how much of her memories had been deleted or how much had become blurred. Bai Tang might remember them, or she might have forgotten them.

Last time, Bai Tang lied to herself, saying that she had only a shallow relationship with Su Qin'an and that it was just a transaction. She was probably trying to make Wu Yue act without any scruples and not to show any mercy to the descendants of the Su family because of her.

But that day, she still said things like, "Try not to make enemies of the Su family."

Perhaps some of the stifled love still lingered in her heart.

Furthermore, she didn't gouge out Long Jingyuan's eyes, yet she took all the blame upon herself.

That silly girl.

As Wu Yue sighed, her figure gradually blurred. She vaguely saw an old man hurrying towards her, supported by others, dressed in a blue robe that seemed to have been stained blue by the wind.

...

...

The hoarse chirping of birds echoed in the deep valley, and a few lonely, distant rays of moonlight poured down from the narrow valley opening.

Ghostly voices echoed from the valley below.

They all looked at the little girl in red who had been thrown down this morning; her spiritual power was pure and boundless, and no ghost dared to approach her.

They knew her name was "Moon" and that she was only five years old.

The bright moon hangs in the sky, noble, aloof, and pitiful.

The little girl was dressed in bright red, adorned with two adorable snowballs in her hair, and her short, light pink hair cascaded softly over her shoulders.

The wind in the secluded valley was cool and sharp; a gentle breeze could cut a gash on fair skin.

The little girl's innocent almond-shaped eyes shone with a fierce courage as she shouted in her childish voice, "I'm not afraid of you!"

She pulled her red cloak tighter around her, drew a black dagger, and stared at the ghosts that were eyeing her menacingly.

"Stop struggling! You'll be devoured by countless demons; no one can escape!"

"You are the food that God has given us!"

"Peel back this smooth, delicate skin, gnaw on the marrow, devour the soul...tsk tsk tsk, so delicious!"

"I can't wait, hehehe!"

"Little girl, don't think you can get away with being cute. We're ghosts who won't show you any mercy. Give up struggling, and let this ghost give you a quick death!"

"Hehehe!"

"How many days has it been?"

"It's been fifteen days, why hasn't she given up yet?"

"Who cares! If it gets any more bruised and battered, it won't taste good. Let's go!"

Haunted by countless ghosts, her eyes were empty like a puppet's, and the crushed moonlight was slowly dissipating.

"moon!"

An anxious and concerned voice shouted, its starlight piercing the darkness.

The moon hanging in the sky was gradually swallowed by dark clouds, and the dragon roared, breaking through the clouds.

The jade pendants jingled softly, the moon fell into the embrace of the newcomer, and gradually the roar of anger faded away, the cries and laughter of ten thousand ghosts ceased to be heard, the sound of bones breaking...

The mortal world, the secluded valley, all is tranquil.

Yue murmured softly, murmuring that familiar name to her.

...

"Coward!"

For a moment, Wu Yue thought her divine consciousness was about to be severed, and the excruciating pain seeped into her bones.

Once she regained consciousness, she saw Yan Chiyu frowning, constantly channeling spiritual energy into her.

"It's nothing." Wu Yue looked around; the desolate scenery of fallen leaves was gone, replaced by a blanket of white snow covering the ground. She asked, somewhat puzzled, "How many days has passed?"

Bai Ze peeked out from behind Yan Chiyu and waved with a smile: "Five days."

Wu Yue choked. The world in the painting contained a lot of information; she needed to sort it out.