When Feng is drunk but not yet sober, his love falls into the world and his hatred has no chance to last.
——Quoted from Li Shangyin's "Untitled"
-1-
M was once an ordinary and weak banshee. Of course, she is not that powerful now.
Death, which can transform oneself, can only be chosen twice. All of the people of the same race cherish it as a treasure and choose it with great caution.
Unlike her, she casually chose the death of an ordinary girl, a death that included neither grief nor despair.
This death consisted at most of the tears shed by the eaten girl as she made the final decision to eat humans.
The powerlessness of the person being eaten in eating others will not bring much strength.
-2-
Therefore, after the transformation, M did not become very strong.
At most, she could only use the Banshee's infinite resurrection ability to defeat a few strong soldiers, not to mention using her clone to transform into a huge sickle like the most powerful Banshee in the legend.
Oh, yes, speaking of the powerful banshee, the gray fellow who had bitten her before came to fight with her again.
The gray-white banshee was wearing a snow-white backless long dress. It had cast off its previous gray shadow and transformed into an incomparably beautiful and mature woman.
M's transformation is based on the death of Camellia - W, but the transformation of the Gray Banshee seems to be created by her own power, so the appearance of the Gray Banshee is actually more beautiful than M, and it is a beauty that completely belongs to a "banshee".
Moreover, the Gray Banshee has transformed into a huge gray sickle, and has become recognized as the most powerful Banshee of this generation.
Her kind worshipped it because it had been a long time since they had seen a powerful banshee who could transform into a sickle and cross the world without drilling holes in the wall.
Beauty, power, and the combination of these two will always be sought after.
...But M hated it even more.
-3-
Only M hates it.
-4-
Because, just by moving her nose, she could smell the death of the innocent cubs on the gray banshee.
...Countless, countless, even M couldn't tell how many deaths there were in that power.
The reason why the Gray Banshee is so powerful is that the countless deaths of countless children have accumulated into infinite corpses, giving it unprecedented power.
Moreover, the power of the Gray Banshee is still growing continuously.
Its power seemed to be endless - the numbers of dead cubs were still increasing, seemingly without end.
After all, the Banshees themselves are a race that loves to wander. Apart from her, no one has ever thought of confining an entire world to cultivate and nurture death bit by bit specifically to grow their own strength.
…In that world, the Gray Banshees imprisoned too many cubs and caused too much death.
And every death is not a simple death, but an extremely twisted and dark death that absolutely suits the Banshee's taste.
M was a newly born banshee, and she could not imagine what a terrible death that would be.
What's more... there are countless numbers... so many that M is extremely disgusted.
-5-
If someone planted a tulip for every child who died, then the world of the Gray Witch would have been drowned in a sea of tulips long ago.
-6-
Banshees all love tulips, and so does M.
Because tulips are always accompanied by tributes of praise to them.
...But no matter how many beautiful tulips there are, they cannot cover up the dirty smell of the Gray Banshee.
-7-
M hated the death of the Immaculate Young so much that even though this incomparably pure death could bring the Banshee the greatest power, she...
Of course, just like the rest of the people in the brothel viewed Shan Cha.
The Banshees all said M was a fool. Why did the Banshee pick on the most powerful Death?
-8-
Maybe it's because she is stupid.
Or maybe it was because she was just born and was just a weak and ordinary banshee who knew nothing and was actually considered a cub among her kind.
…It doesn’t matter. M doesn’t expect to become stronger.
Even though the stronger Gray Banshee seemed determined to devour her completely, the weak M was powerless to fight back against it.
She was bitten and devoured, and could no longer gain the upper hand in every collision, and could only escape in a very embarrassed manner.
-9-
The Gray Banshee laughed at her choice of death countless times, because she could at least win a few times before her transformation.
"Is this all the power you have gained after your transformation?" The Gray Banshee smiled beautifully. While smiling beautifully, she broke M's legs and stuffed them into her cracked mouth to chew.
-10-
...M looked at her coldly, not caring.
The Banshee always gets hurt. Many times, after fighting with her own kind, she can only remain a void black shadow. Two legs are nothing. After escaping, she can hide in the kitchen and eat a few more dead fish to recover.
M chose an ordinary and weak death, so being bitten countless times by her own kind was the price she had to pay.
Every Banshee knows that her transformation comes at a price.
If you choose to be weak, you will be eaten.
M could still escape. Every time, M would try his best and run away madly even if his legs were broken - since he could escape and would not be swallowed, it didn't matter.
-11-
Moreover, M looked at the powerful and beautiful Gray Banshee and inexplicably felt that one day, it would also have to pay the price.
In the world that the Gray Banshee imprisoned with her own hands, she created so many deaths that even the Banshee could not believe it.
...With so many deaths, one day, a monster even more twisted than the Gray Banshee will be born.
The Gray Banshee will pay the price.
-12-
M couldn't explain it, but her intuition was always right.
She was able to escape being devoured by the most powerful Banshee countless times, all by relying on her intuition - her intuition told her that the other party would not exist for much longer.
-13-
And sure enough, one day, an ordinary day.
——The Gray Banshee completely disappeared from her own kind.
The strange world of infinite death that the Gray Banshee had imprisoned also disappeared.
-14-
Many of their kind were eager to find that strange world, to reopen the passage to the countless twisted deaths and incomparably powerful forces. They even came to M to inquire about the situation, because M was the banshee who had seen the Gray Banshee for the last time.
M didn't pay much attention to it. She just started fighting with her fellow tribesmen again, and finally escaped in a mess with her broken body.
The last one...haha.
-15-
Yes, that day the Gray Banshee became stronger again, so strong that M could no longer escape.
It came to devour her completely, and M was prepared for complete annihilation.
They bit and fought, and M was once again pressed into the gray shadow, but this time she was unable to make any movement under the unprecedentedly powerful claws of the gray banshee.
The gray witch opened her mouth and tore off her hands and feet.
M closed her eyes, waiting for it to bite her head off—this was the fate of a Banshee who didn't pursue power. She didn't mind disappearing anyway, there was nothing she liked or cared about—
But the Gray Banshee paused.
It closed its mouth, straightened its waist, its white skirt swayed, and a strange distortion appeared on its beautiful face.
"How...who...what?"
-16-
M was getting impatient. If she was going to devour something, she had to do it quickly. She didn't like to drag her feet on anything, even if it meant her own complete annihilation.
"Hey, you, hurry up..."
"impossible!"
The Gray Banshee suddenly trembled and screamed: "Impossible, impossible, it was just a broken puppy——"
-17-
At that moment, a crimson light suddenly burst out from the gray shadows.
Cyanosis.
It is like the swallowed night and also like the reflection of pale fingernails after death.
It is a color that goes perfectly with darkness.
And what blooms from the gray shadows, from the essence of the gray banshee—
It is a passage from another world, another world that M has not yet touched.
Something has opened a passage to another world.
It was incredibly easy, spanning thousands of worlds and countless epochs, and in a snap, a passage leading to the Gray Banshee was established.
Then, something came out of that passage...
-18-
M only saw a pale, pale arm.
It might have been the arm of a child, but when she looked at it, she could only think of the undead wandering in infinite death.
[The shattered puppy], the description that the Gray Banshee screamed out suddenly made her a little dazed.
Indeed... it feels like what's at the other end of the tunnel... is something fragmented.
-19-
But, it was only for a moment.
The gray banshee, who was about to devour her completely, screamed, roared, and twisted her body—but the pale arm that stretched out from her origin grasped her tightly, pale but powerful—
M listened to the most powerful banshee he had ever seen roaring in despair, and then it was dragged into the blue passage by the arm.
It was like dragging a bag of trash full of body parts.
Little by little, dragged towards endless darkness.
-20-
M lay on the ground, staring with wide eyes as the Gray Banshee was gradually dragged away by the arm.
It kept roaring, resisting desperately, its once beautiful and clean nails scratching the dirt and grease in the alley, leaving long scratches - it even cast a look at M, a look of pleading for help -
But M had almost been completely killed by it before, so there was no way she could save it.
The Gray Banshee simply lost her mind completely and sent out distress signals to everything she could touch.
"Save me, save me, save—"
The pale arm paused, as if it had sensed the presence of other creatures.
Most of the gray banshee's body was already submerged in the dark blue passage. A look of rescued expression appeared on its face, and it immediately tried desperately to climb out.
-twenty one-
M didn't move. She heard a sound coming from another world far away.
It's a childish and gentle voice.
"Shhh."
-twenty two-
—The next moment, the Gray Banshee was completely dragged away, disappearing in the crimson light.
-twenty three-
From beginning to end, M only saw a pale arm and heard only one sentence.
…She had no idea what lay beyond the passage, nor what would become of the immensely powerful Banshee who had been dragged away.
She didn't care. Nothing was strange about the birth of anything in that strange and enclosed world - she wouldn't explore it anyway.
Strictly speaking, that thing also saved her life.
It sounded easy to talk to, at least much more likable than the gray banshee who always wanted to devour her.
-twenty four-
So she didn't tell any of her fellow tribesmen what she had seen. M bit anyone who came to ask her questions or to inquire about the information of that world.
Gradually, several of the banshees that were trying to track down that world and devour the death of that world disappeared.
She disappeared inexplicably, and like the Gray Banshee, her trace was never found again.
The fellow tribesmen stopped asking about it, and that world was gradually buried in rumors, like the Bermuda Triangle of the Banshee world.
-25-
After a while, an eternal life prison appeared in the myriad worlds.
It is said that there is a prisoner imprisoned in the Prison of Eternal Life forever, and as long as you voluntarily serve your sentence there and make a bet with the prisoner, you can realize an impossible wish.
Banshees generally don't have any impossible wishes, nor is it possible for them to send themselves to prison in order to fulfill their wishes, so none of their kind pay attention to that prison, just as no one of their kind wants to know where the world that the Gray Banshee once imprisoned is.
M actually developed a little curiosity about the Eternal Life Prison.
She didn't even care about her own annihilation, and she didn't have any wishes to fulfill. She was just a little curious: if the prisoner could fulfill all wishes, why was he still imprisoned?
-26-
But M's curiosity was limited.
Compared to the distant prison of eternal life and the prisoner who didn't know whether all his wishes could be fulfilled... she was more concerned about her new dress, her rattle, and the petal-shaped peach-flavored cake that her sister handed to her mouth.
If his own people had not come to tear him apart and mock him for revealing this information, M would not have paid any attention to other worlds.
-27-
Well, M finally has beautiful dresses to wear, toys to play with, and a wide variety of snacks to eat.
Her own kind said she was a fool for choosing that death transformation, but M thought it was a good deal - she had human hands and feet, a rich sense of taste, the opportunity to experience all kinds of fun things - and a human who voluntarily provided her with these things.
Oh, not a human, call me sister.
It’s my sister.
-28-
M likes to be closer to her sister more and more.
As long as she doesn't fight with her own kind and has no obvious wounds on her body, she will jump and visit her sister.
Her sister would give her beautiful dresses, fun toys and delicious food.
My sister has everything.
Moreover, compared to the past, M now has a legitimate reason to get close to him——
"I can't choose you a second time, sister."
She chewed the water chestnut cake and mumbled, "Although a banshee can choose to die twice, each death cannot be to the same person. If someone kills you again, I won't be able to save you."
-29-
Her sister made her a cup of fragrant tea. She was much more mature now than the young prostitute she was when she first came on the scene many years ago. There was no trace of the silly little camellia in her.
M hasn't changed. She still doesn't quite understand what a prostitute is. All she thinks about is eating, drinking and having fun.
But W has changed.
-30-
M couldn't understand her anymore and felt that she was getting further and further away from him.
…But, well, it’s like her attitude towards her own death.
Since I am so weak, there will always be a day when I will disappear completely. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter when I disappear.
Although I don't understand my sister, and although I always feel that she is getting further and further away from me - but she still prepares meals for me and buys me toys and clothes, so it doesn't matter.
-31-
M is a banshee who is used to wandering.
The Banshee doesn't know how to retain, doesn't know loneliness, and even less does she know what she has.
My sister has always been where I can find her, taking care of me with the same attitude - so, I don't have to think about her changing thoughts, I don't have to think about the sadness that sometimes appears in her eyes, and I don't have to guess at all those changes.
-32-
After all, my sister is just a gentle little girl who has been feeding various stray animals since she was a child, and she still loves to feed stray animals when she grows up.
Wuqiu's kindness will never change, and my sister won't change either.
-33-
"Anyway, I'll protect you until we're old and make sure you don't die again. Don't overthink it. How about you have a piece of cake too? Look, this one's in the shape of a puppy!"
W frowned slightly.
"Don't keep mentioning 'death', sister. It's unlucky."
"……oh."
-34-
M shut up and stuffed the puppy-shaped pastry into his mouth.
My sister is a human who avoids these words. We can't discuss corpses or death because it will scare her... How could I have forgotten again?
W poured another cup of tea. She was now the most popular courtesan in the city, and had saved up a lot of money. She could buy everything she had longed for as a child—a bowl of dragon meat vermicelli soup every day was not out of the question.
But now she doesn't want to eat it anymore.
Living in this place, dealing with all kinds of people every day, with heavy thoughts in my heart, how can I have the mood to... leisurely enjoy delicious food?
Just give it to your sister.
She watched the girl who looked like her eat the pastries, and her slightly frown never relaxed.
-35-
"Eat slowly. Drink some tea."
“…Oh, okay.”
M stuffed the fourth piece of pastry into her mouth and slowed down her eating speed with some difficulty: she had a fight with her own people before coming here today and was almost eaten, so she urgently needed to replenish her energy.
…Ever since her transformation, more and more of her kind have wanted to take the opportunity to devour her.
Perhaps they thought that since she was so weak during her first metamorphosis, she would definitely become their food.
——Tsk, in addition to metamorphosis, the Banshees can also become stronger by devouring. M bites them every day and can still become stronger little by little, but the speed is very slow.
Today was the day. It seemed like the flesh in her stomach had been emptied by that fellow tribesman, but she also successfully fought back and gnawed off most of its head...
M glanced at W, who had a slight frown on his face.
...My sister still looks like she's troubled by something heavy, and she even avoids hearing the word "death." I'd better not mention the fight with my own people.
-36-
My sister is a kind and gentle human being. Kind and gentle humans hate blood the most and will definitely be scared.
M felt his somewhat empty stomach and took the fifth piece of cake. He wondered if eating this would speed up his recovery.
W suddenly said, "You know, there's war on the border again."
M said subconsciously: "Oh..."
War is war. She seemed to have been born during some war. War is the cradle of the Banshee.
"That's war, sister. Many, many... many people will die. And many, many living people... will become refugees."
So what? I don’t even care if I disappear.
-37-
——However, facing her sister's worried frown, M swallowed his words again.
She had been with her for so many years that she was already familiar with what topics she should not bring up with her sister.
Death, corpses, blood, wandering, darkness, indifference to birth, old age, sickness and death... everything about the Banshee.
The elder sister regards her as a younger sister. So in front of her elder sister, M is just a younger sister.
A good and well-behaved sister.
-38-
After expertly filtering out everything she had said from her position as a banshee, M was at a loss for words and could only repeat for the umpteenth time—
"It's okay, sister, I will protect you."
W sighed.
The older she gets, the more she sighs.
She also felt that she really shouldn't mention things like war to her silly sister. What would she understand? She was already sitting next to her and was almost finishing a whole plate of pastries, obviously feeling very sorry.
I guess if the army came right in front of her, she would pick up the sixth piece of cake and stuff it into her mouth.
Her sister is the most heartless and silly girl that W knows.
...After all, she is not a truly weak human being, so it is not appropriate to ask her to pay attention to such things.
It's okay to be heartless.
-39-
W is not actually worried about the suffering caused by the war to the people.
Come on, as the most popular courtesan in this city, she has been wandering in all kinds of dangers for several years. She can't take care of herself, so how can she have the leisure time to help the suffering people in the distant border.
In this city, if you expose your kindness and softness endlessly, you will die.
W has learned a lot over the years.
However, W felt a little empathy in her heart, but the refugees in the distant border did not need her sympathy. What they needed was the sympathy of the princes and nobles at the top of this city.
W had tried. When she first heard about the renewed fighting on the border, she had tried to persuade the powerful officials and princes to protect the people while playing the piano for fun—but no one really cared.
This city can make brothels the most prosperous places, so who else in this city cares about refugees and people in war?
-40-
W sighed countless times in her heart, but just like countless times in the past, she let it go and put on her beautiful and gentle smile again.
What else can I do if I don’t let go?
She was not a selfless saint who could devote herself to the common people. She had a narrow mind and just wanted to take her sister away from the city, hide in a quiet little place, remarry and have children, and then have many relatives.
-41-
She just wanted to escape.
-42-
So, what really caught W's attention and made her worried was...
The war that started from the border is getting more and more intense.
-43-
W is the most popular courtesan in the city. She attends countless banquets every day, performing songs and dances, playing the guitar or pouring wine for the princes and nobles.
The people at the top of this city may treat her as a plaything, but compared to those ladies hiding in seclusion, W is definitely the most well-informed and most extensive woman with the most extensive intelligence network in this city.
She was very smart. In order to escape from the city, she used her identity as an oiran to do many things that were not appropriate for an oiran.
W may have a better understanding of the current situation than the man at the top of this city, who is addicted to wine and sex on the throne.
So, she learned and understood immediately...
The war that broke out this time was not just a small fight between bandits, nor would it stop with the looting of some property, food, and slaves.
-44-
This time... the enemy troops continuously poured out from the seashore... perhaps... if we make the worst-case scenario... it would be a large-scale invasion war launched by a certain island.
-45-
W doesn't think those people will let go of this city full of the smell of meat and fat.
She knew that the general defending this city had four layers of fat on his belly, slept with low-class prostitutes in the Golden Scale Pavilion more than twenty nights a month, and had not touched a bayonet in about four years. The only person he had hit was his own wife, but he had so much gold in his pocket that he could probably buy three islands.
This city is full of people like this - their wallets are full, their heads are empty, they can't even walk and need a sedan chair to carry them.
Therefore, W does not think that this city has a chance of surviving successfully.
-46-
This city symbolizes the most prosperous imperial court in the world. If this city dies, perhaps this imperial court will also be gone.
...W actually didn't care much. She had never eaten a grain of rice distributed by the court when she had no food to eat. This terrible city was completely rotten. Perhaps it would become better after it was destroyed and then rebuilt.
She was a prostitute who wanted to escape, and she was worried about how to escape to a safe place before the war reached the city.
-47-
During the years she worked as a courtesan, she had repaid all the expenses of the brothel in raising her and had also saved a considerable fortune. Her old mother, the elder who had raised her and the only one she wanted to take care of and see to her death, passed away due to illness last year. After careful consideration, W felt that it was time to get out.
M once said that if she wanted to leave, he would take her away. Anytime.
…My sister is a youkai who doesn’t even care about death, so of course she can leave if she wants to.
Under the protection of her sister, the factors that trapped ordinary prostitutes and left them with nowhere to escape seemed to be nothing.
However, W had planned things very carefully and was very concerned about her life after leaving... She wanted to choose a quiet, remote place, a piece of land suitable for raising children... It couldn't be too rich, nor too poor, and preferably there would be plenty of young talents to choose from...
She would never let her sister live in a shabby house and eat leftovers.
He kept considering and selecting from his own intelligence network, and the date of his departure was delayed day by day.
-48-
And procrastination will lead to accidents.
Because no plan is foolproof.
-49-
——When M came to eat cakes again, he saw W kneeling beside the bed with a pale face and holding something in his hands.
A strange prostitute lay dead on the bed, and a basin filled with blood was placed on the floor of the room.
She sniffed the air and her expression changed immediately.
-50-
It was the death of a mother and the birth of a baby.
-51-
The swaddling clothes in my sister's hands let out a baby cry.
When my sister turned around, her expression was something M hadn't seen in all these years—a little silly—a little dazed—happy—
"Look, sister."
Her eyes were extremely bright, and her pale cheeks were flushed with excitement: "Someone gave me a child! I have a child - her mother said to entrust the child to me - my relatives -"
M walked over quickly, snatched the swaddling clothes from her hands, and threw them into the arms of the dead prostitute on the bed.
"Are you crazy?!" She had never spoken to her sister in that tone before. "You can't leave this city with a baby!"
-52-
She is a banshee, but just a weak, ordinary banshee.
Her inhuman strength was only enough to safely shield the two of them from leaving.
Now my sister has suddenly lost her mind and wants to take the baby of an unknown prostitute who has no blood relationship with her away with her?!
What a joke!
...If the baby cries during the escape, her power will be unsustainable and her sister will die!
-53-
W was stunned for a moment, and the next second, she turned around and pounced on the baby who was thrown back to the mother by M——
"How could you throw him like that!"
M reached out to grab it: "You take it! You are really - crazy - to leave him there! It's just a cub who has nothing to do with you. He won't starve to death in this building!"
W retorted harshly, "He can't stay here! This is not a place—his mother entrusted him to me—he is my son, and my son absolutely cannot stay here! I can escape—as long as I can escape, I will definitely take him with me!!"
M: "Give it to me, stop messing around, sister, wake up-"
"I'm awake!"
"You're not sane—throw him away! Now!"
"I am sober—I want—my family—"
They wrestled in front of their dead mother, a quarrel they had never had so great.
M was too concerned about W's human identity, so she was unwilling to use her full strength, and was snatched away by W when she was not paying attention.
Amidst the chaotic argument, W hugged the baby tightly and shouted, "You are the one who has no blood relationship with me! You—you are not human—you don't understand anything—don't touch my son!"
“…”
-54-
M froze.
She slowly withdrew her hand.
She lowered her head and whispered, "I don't understand anything... I don't understand... I..."
W also froze.
The hand she was holding the baby in relaxed a little stiffly, then slowly released her fingers that were clutching the swaddling clothes and reached out to M again: "No... I was just... I was too anxious... No, sister, I'm not, I'm sorry..."
-55-
M raised his head.
W's apology died on his lips, and the hand reaching out to her stopped in mid-air.
——Because, when M raised his head, his dark eyes were cold and deep.
That was the banshee that had never been revealed in front of her sister, no longer soft and lovely.
-56-
"Don't even think about it."
M said word by word, "If you take this burden away, I will kill it."
-57-
"You leave this thing here and get away with me to safety—otherwise, it will die by my hand. I have a thousand ways to get past your protection and kill it."
-58-
W could no longer say the words of apology.
With trembling hands, she clutched the baby's swaddling clothes tightly again.
She trembled, holding her child, and took one step, two steps back - then staggered to the ground, shaking all over.
She could no longer utter a word.
-59-
M looked at her coldly, his tone the same as when she first spoke.
"Are you afraid of me?"
“…”
But the white lie that was blurted out for the first time was eventually shattered.
-60-
W showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and his lips were still trembling.
"No, sister, I'm not afraid... I'm not afraid... but..."
-61-
"Can we please get some time away from each other to calm down?"
-62-
lie.
My sister was obviously very scared.
...very scared of her.
-63-
never mind.
She was originally a banshee who walked with corpses and death.
Kind people are afraid of her.
-64-
M turned and left, leaving only one sentence: "I really regret making a promise to protect you, human."
-65-
W looked at her back as she left, his mind going blank.
…She lowered her head again and looked at the baby in her arms.
She...she...what should she do?
-66-
The girl who left was her most beloved relative.
But in her arms, was also her child, her loved one.
She...she had wanted to do this since she was little...from the moment she raised that little monster...
Want family.
Want a child.
Want... She wants... home...
-67-
There is not only my sister here, it is lively and bustling, just like a home full of stray animals huddled together.
Now... finally... she had her first child... and this child's mother had entrusted him to her and would not die until she gave her consent... She wanted... she really wanted...
W collapsed on the ground, slowly let go of the baby, covered his face and sobbed.
-68-
She has been a refugee since she was a child. She has no relatives and no home.
So she not only wants to be a sister, but also a mother, a grandmother, and a great-grandmother.
She wanted home so much...but...the monster whom she regarded as her most beloved sister...was destined not to understand what home was.
M is W's only sister and his most beloved sister.
But in the end, they did not change and grow up together.
-69-
Their time is different and their perspectives are different - W has never seen a dead body, but M has stepped over dead bodies countless times to survive.
It's like W never told her sister about the complicated schemes she had to deal with those terrible people, and how she always kept her sister closest to her in her carefully considered future. M also never told her sister how much bloody price she had paid to protect her.
M never understood the subtle smile W showed when she was dealing with those annoying men, and W never knew that she kept losing limbs when she was fighting with her own people.
-70-
However, sisters don't need such strong and consistent understanding of each other. The kinship bond between them is strong enough, far exceeding that of many real siblings.
Disputes are normal, disagreements are normal. What pair of siblings in the world doesn’t quarrel?
W and M had never had such a fierce argument before. M would never make her sister cry, and W would not be impulsive enough to say such harsh words to her.
That was just the first argument between them. It couldn't be called a breakup, nor would it create any rift. It was just the most common argument.
The purpose of an argument is to allow both parties to discover the problems in the relationship. After this argument, W may start to pay attention to the banshee, whom she had not paid attention to before, and M may try to tolerate her yearning and desire for her family.
There were disagreements, arguments, separations and anger, then calm down after being angry, and then quietly reconciling with each other after calming down, putting the dispute behind them in a light and measured way - it should pass like this.
-71-
If they had not met in that era and lived in that terrible city.
-72-
After M left, she wasn't angry. She didn't even know what sadness was at the time, just a strange knot in her stomach—let alone anger.
She had taken care of and protected her sister for decades, and she had also been taken care of by her sister for so long. She had made a promise and would never break it - no matter how strange her mood was, she would never joke about her sister's safety.
She just goes around looking for her own kind to bite and devour each other.
...It's because she really doesn't understand anything. She is just a banshee who doesn't like to think much and is very frank.
To put it bluntly, the fundamental problem is that I am not strong enough.
If my power was strong enough to protect one more burden and completely eliminate the interference of the baby to the outside world, I could take my sister and the baby away safely without having to quarrel with my sister.
I'm not... strong enough.
Well, the solution to the problem is simple.
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Fight a few more times to become stronger, then go back and take your sister and the baby away.
...The power brought by fighting and devouring is far less than the transformation of choosing death, but, little by little, quantitative change can always lead to qualitative change.
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no way.
Although she has never pursued strength, her sister is a kind and soft-hearted human being... She must become stronger to solve all problems.
M crawled through countless holes in the wall and fought with all his fellow tribesmen he could find.
She gnawed off countless pieces of their flesh and blood, and they gnawed off countless pieces of their flesh and blood. Their bones and blood were crushed in each other's teeth. After taking a breath, they recovered a few limbs and continued to fall into the bloody
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