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, and walked 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 should just die!"
She took the stone and smashed it down under the old lady's horrified eyes, blood splattered everywhere, and blood spots sprayed all around.
"ah……"
A rather childish scream was heard, and Fu Yuling saw the original owner turning his head stiffly 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 on her face, where she deliberately put 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 agree?"
She picked up the burning firewood and came over. The people on the ground seemed to know what she was going to do, and they made a sound 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 started, and the people began to roll violently under the hot flames. As the struggle lasted longer and longer, they could no longer move.
The fire was still burning, and there was a strange burning smell in the room and even outside.
The person is dead, and died a tragic death.
Fu Yuling, as a spectator, knew it, and the original owner of the incident also knew it.
"He's dead, he's really dead..."
She burst into laughter, then squatted on the ground in pain.
"Finally you are dead, you old bastard, dead... dead..."
She covered her face, her 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 bright light hurt her eyes so much that 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 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 consciously separated from the plot, but the powerful plot setting allowed her to maintain lucidity only for short periods of time, and the rest of the time she was following the plot as described in the novel.
At this moment, Fu Yuling suddenly didn't know who to blame for everything.
Here, all the hatred, emotions, experiences, and past identities are all written by one person. In short, just one sentence can describe their entire life.
The saddest thing about being a character in a book is not knowing that you are in a novel, but that you are aware of it but cannot break free from the constraints and can only be forced to follow the plot.
At this point, that person is no longer a person, but a tool.
Poor original owner? But she didn't want this to happen. Should she blame 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 clearly at this moment.
Fu Yuling saw the original owner fall to the ground. Except for the very young He An, the other three children hesitated but still surrounded the original owner, becoming worried.
The original owner smiled, revealing his teeth, which were covered in blood, looking tragic and defeated: "Don't meet me in your next life..."