Just as they were uncovering some evidence, Tom died.

He died in an alley not far from his home, his neck slit, killed with a single blow.

The original owner stood not far away, staring at Tom's corpse for a long time.

Then he turned around and set fire to the house, burning it down.

Then, he disappeared from everyone's sight forever.

When she reappeared, she was the dog in the slums.

Jason listened silently.

His expression shifted from calm to shock, to pain, to disbelief, and finally back to calm.

Hua Rong stopped speaking at this point.

In fact, she has experienced a lot of the world.

Many of them had a more tragic background than the original owner.

However, Hua Rong rarely felt so repressed.

I felt so suppressed that I couldn't feel comfortable if I didn't speak out about it.

The original owner learned this after her daughter and husband died tragically.

If she continues to live under that identity, she won't live much longer.

She didn't know why she was afraid of death, but by the time she realized it...

She calmly set fire to the home where she had lived for more than ten years.

When she came to her senses, she found herself in the slums.

We arrived at a place that those so-called upper-class people would never set foot in.

She had thought about ending it all, but she felt that death wasn't worth it.

She went into the church, knelt before Jesus, and hoped to find her way to liberation under his compassionate gaze.

I want to ask him, how exactly should one live?

Her daughter and husband would appear in her dreams every night, but they never questioned her about why she didn't help them get revenge.

They just looked at her like that, as if trying to tell her something.

They will always stay by her side quietly, so that she doesn't feel lonely.

She could only wake up crying, staring at the dark cave, unable to utter a single word.

I cried and cried until I could cry no more, until I had no more tears left.

Jesus didn't tell her how to be freed, so she stopped believing in the so-called God.

She saw the church, donned a black cloak, and picked up a butcher's knife, a symbol of slaughter.

They began to spy on those who had bullied Alice in the darkness.

She slowly began to search for the real murderer who killed her husband.

Year after year, three years have passed.

She found a lot of evidence.

The intelligence she gathered in the shadows over the past three years far exceeded what she gathered openly.

Many teenagers died under her knife.

Looking at their innocent and childlike faces, no one would believe that they had ever used the most vicious language to curse a child of the same age.

With a swift stroke, she beheaded them.

Then, calmly erasing all traces, he turned and disappeared into the night.

In three years, she forgot how many people had died under her knife.

But she knew she was not free.

There are still people alive, and there are still demons in the world!

Hua Rong naturally didn't tell Jason about these later events.

She'll say it eventually, but not now.

"So you should know that I'm not worthy of your affection."

Hua Rong looked at Jason calmly, her tone extremely indifferent.

With the calmest words, she etched a scar on the heart of this twenty-four-year-old young man.

It's okay, the scar is very faint.

One day, he will disappear when he meets another, even more adorable girl.

Jason tried to open his mouth, but found that he had lost all his strength.

He remained silent for a while, then stood up and turned to leave.

After taking a couple of steps, he stopped and said, "Woof, everything will be alright, God will bless you."

As Hua Rong watched the peace doves gradually take flight, his tone became even more elusive.

"If God had blessed me, how would I be who I am today?"

After Jason left, Hua Rong rubbed his forehead.

I've never had such a headache when receiving memories before.

Because the original owner's memories of the first half of his life were all in color.

Then it quickly transformed into black and white.

The memories of these past years are too recent, too profound.

All her repressed emotions, through those memories, directly affected Hua Rong's mood.

If it weren't for her strong mental fortitude, she would probably have collapsed from those emotions by now.

If someone around you is feeling down, that feeling of being down is contagious.

Not to mention someone like Hua Rong who directly receives a person's complete memories.

Therefore, traversing through countless worlds is something that ordinary people simply cannot do.

If someone had a slightly weaker mental fortitude, they would have been finished long ago.

If Jason hadn't truly been an innocent person, Hua Rong wouldn't have bothered to endure the headache and quickly correct him.

Of course, the original owner did need to vent her negative emotions.

"This time, the original owner..."

Hua Rong didn't know how to evaluate the original owner.

Her experience was indeed tragic, but the fact that she was a serial killer cannot be changed.

In the 1970s, serial killers were sentenced to death by hanging.

The original owner of this body was arrested by the police not long after that in her previous life.

He was then hanged!

At that time, she had thirteen lives on her hands.

But she still hasn't killed the murderer who actually killed her daughter and husband.

Because of the number of lives she had taken, she became a top-tier murderer in the United States at the time.

She was nicknamed "Black-haired Witch Slayer"!

"Short-lived."

Hua Rong had forgotten how long it had been since she had transmigrated into the body of a short-lived person.

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