Chapter 156 Don’t Meet Me

"Go to hell, all of you go to hell..."

Her hand slowly touched the stone that had fallen to the side, and she slowly sat up, walking towards the old lady in a strange posture.

"Why don't you just die? I'll be fine if you die, but how can you live? You deserve to die!"

She took the stone and smashed it down under the old lady's horrified eyes, blood splattering everywhere, with blood dots spraying all around.

"ah……"

A rather childish scream came from the room, and Fu Yuling saw the original owner stiffly turning his head to look over there, and saw He Wen standing there.

"go out!"

Her cold voice and the blood-covered appearance frightened He Wen, who was standing at the window, and he ran away in a hurry.

The original owner then looked at the old lady on the ground who was breathing in more than out, threw away the stone in his hand, grabbed the old lady's leg with one hand, and dragged her to the innermost part.

She went to find some flour and poured it all over the old lady, especially her face, deliberately adding a little more flour.

"If we're going to die, let's die together, okay? But how can you die easier than me? Don't you think so?"

She picked up the burning firewood and came over. The person on the ground seemed to know what she was going to do and whimpered as if begging her not to do it.

But the original owner had lost all her rationality at this time, and she decisively threw the firewood at the old lady.

The fire suddenly ignited, and the man began to roll violently under the hot flames. As the struggle lasted longer and longer, the man could no longer move.

The fire was still burning, and there was a strange burning smell inside the room and even outside.

The person is dead, and died a miserable death.

Fu Yuling, as a spectator, knew it, and the original owner of the incident also knew it.

"He's dead, really dead..."

She burst into laughter, then squatted on the ground in pain.

"Finally you're dead, you old bastard, dead... dead..."

She covered her face, tears mixed with blood, making her look even more unrecognizable.

She staggered out, and as the door opened, she saw the sunlight outside. She reached out to touch it, but the light stung her eyes and she fell to the ground.

"How did it become like this... Mom and Dad, Xiaoqi, please save me..."

She struggled.

“…I’m going to die! Then just go ahead and die…”

The two original owners switched back and forth between desperately seeking help and going crazy, and Fu Yuling seemed to understand.

The original owner had already realized that she had lost consciousness from the plot, but the powerful plot setting allowed her to only maintain short periods of lucidity. The rest of the time, she was following the description of the novel.

At this time, Fu Yuling suddenly didn't know who to blame for everything.

In it, all hatred, emotions, experiences, past identities are all described by one person. In short, just one sentence can describe their life.

The saddest thing about being a character in a book is not knowing that you are in a novel, but being aware of it but unable to break free from the constraints and being forced to follow the plot.

At this time, that person is no longer a person, but a tool.

Pity the original owner? But she, in her conscious state, didn't want any of this to happen. Blame the old lady He Jingxue? They were just a setting created by the author.

All the love and hate, all the right and wrong, cannot be explained at this moment.

Fu Yuling saw the original owner fall to the ground. Except for the very young He An, the remaining three children hesitated and surrounded the original owner, becoming worried.

The original owner laughed, revealing teeth covered in blood, looking tragic and broken: "Don't meet me in the next life..."