stonecrandall Chapter 8 Only madmen don't need a reason to kill.
Chapter 8 Only madmen don't need a reason to kill.
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Inside the room, a bowl of porridge was quickly emptied.
Nan Feng licked his lips, seemingly still savoring the moment, then looked up, his beautiful purple eyes fixed on Qian Renxue, and asked the most crucial question:
"Xue'er, since I am your mother... then who is your father?"
"Where did he go? Why don't I remember him at all?"
Upon hearing this question, Qian Renxue's hand, which was reaching for a handkerchief, suddenly froze in mid-air.
Father……
That's the person Grandpa repeatedly warned us never to mention.
Qian Renxue's face turned deathly pale instantly. She lowered her head in a panic, her fingers tightly twisting the hem of her clothes, stammering for a long time without being able to speak.
"Um...that...Dad..."
Just as Qian Renxue was at a loss, Qian Daoliu's voice rang directly in her mind—
"Xue'er, don't be afraid. Just act a little sad and tell her... your father is dead."
Although Qian Renxue was somewhat bewildered and didn't understand why she would curse her father to die, out of absolute trust in her grandfather, she still sniffed, raised her head, and showed a tearful expression.
"Mom...Mom..."
Qian Renxue choked back tears and said, "My father... he has passed away."
In the sea of the spirit.
Nan Feng almost burst out laughing when he heard this.
"Good heavens, what a display of filial piety!"
"Little girl, you're the one who cursed your father to death. If I actually send him away one day, don't blame me; that would be fulfilling your own golden words!"
In reality, Bibi Dong was taken aback when she heard this, and then a deep sense of sympathy and apology appeared on her face.
She reached out and, with a clumsy yet gentle touch, pulled Qian Renxue into her arms, patting her back softly.
"I'm sorry... Xue'er, don't cry. It's Mommy's fault. Mommy shouldn't have asked."
Seeing this scene, Qian Daoliu, who was standing outside the door, finally felt completely relieved.
Sure enough.
Bibi Dong's hatred for Xue'er stemmed entirely from Qian Xunji.
As long as that name doesn't appear, as long as that memory is sealed away, she will still be a mother with maternal instincts.
This is exactly the result he wanted!
However, just when Qian Daoliu thought everything was under control, the atmosphere in the room suddenly changed.
"Nan Feng! Haven't you finished acting?!"
In the sea of consciousness, the real Bibi Dong, seeing herself holding that "bastard child," felt utterly nauseous and on the verge of vomiting. "Get her away! Immediately! Right now!"
"Don't rush, the main event is just beginning." Nan Feng continued patting Qian Renxue's back while thinking to himself, "We have to put on the whole show for Qian Daoliu and make him believe that you are really crazy, and not just pretending."
As she spoke, the real-life "Bibi Dong" seemed to remember something and casually asked:
"By the way, Xue'er, how did your father and I meet?"
Qian Renxue, who was in his arms, suddenly stiffened.
How did you meet?
This...this question is way beyond the curriculum! Grandpa never taught this!
Qian Daoliu, standing outside the door, also frowned.
broken!
Bibi Dong's current state is extremely unstable, and her memories are in a phase of fragmentation and reconstruction.
If you accidentally touch on certain sensitive words, it could very well trigger her to regain her memories!
We can't ask any more questions!
However, before Qian Daoliu could come up with a solution, Bibi Dong pressed on, her tone tinged with urgency and doubt:
"Also, what's your father's name? Why is my mind completely blank when I try to remember?"
"And... what's my name? Xue'er... what's my name then?"
This barrage of questions rained down on Qian Renxue like a machine gun.
Qian Renxue panicked and subconsciously answered the simplest question:
"Your name is Bibi Dong... My name is Qian Renxue."
"Bibi Dong... Qian Renxue..."
Bibi Dong muttered to herself, her eyes gradually becoming vacant, and then her body began to tremble violently as if struck by some kind of electric current.
"Thousand... Thousand..."
"Chihiro?!"
"Log in! It's your turn!"
Within the sea of consciousness, Nan Feng gave an order and instantly withdrew control of his body, retreating to a corner like a hands-off manager.
The real Bibi Dong was forced to take over the body.
Although she cursed Nan Feng a thousand times in her heart, things had come to this point, and for the sake of that damned plan, she had no choice but to cooperate!
boom--!!!
The temperature inside the once cozy palace suddenly plummeted to freezing!
Bibi Dong abruptly pushed Qian Renxue away from her arms, and her originally bewildered and gentle purple eyes were instantly replaced by a scarlet blood color!
An intense, almost tangible killing intent, accompanied by the chillingly cold Killing God Domain, erupted without reservation!
"Chihiro!!!"
At this moment, she was no longer the gentle mother, but a demon from hell!
Qian Renxue had never seen anything like this before. She was completely stunned by the terrifying killing intent, collapsed to the ground, her face deathly pale, and she even forgot to cry.
"stop!!"
A golden streak of light burst through the door in an instant!
Qian Daoliu's figure appeared in front of Qian Renxue as if by teleportation. His six-winged angel martial soul released a holy radiance, forcefully blocking the blood-red killing intent that filled the sky.
"Bibi Dong!"
With a roar, Qian Daoliu unleashed a powerful sonic boom that pierced Bibi Dong's mind.
Under this impact, the red light in Bibi Dong's eyes slowly faded, her body swayed slightly, and she leaned weakly against the headboard, but her eyes remained cold, only now showing a hint of fear and respect for the strong.
"I have met... the High Priest."
Qian Daoliu gave her a deep look, and his suspicions were finally confirmed.
really!
Whether it was the gentleness just now or the amnesia, it was nothing more than a brief period of confusion after going astray.
Whenever that name is mentioned, whenever she is provoked, Bibi Dong, filled with hatred, will return!
"What...did you just do?" Qian Daoliu asked knowingly.
"Just now?" Bibi Dong frowned, seemingly trying to recall, then pressed her temples, a look of pain on her face. "I... I don't remember. I only remember my head hurting, and then... I saw her."
She pointed at Qian Renxue, who was hiding behind Qian Daoliu, a flash of instinctive disgust in her eyes, and said coldly:
"Great Master, I'm very tired and need to rest. Please take her away; I don't want to see her."
Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu was not angry at all; instead, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
now it's right!
This is the real Bibi Dong, the one twisted by hatred!
If she continues to maintain that loving mother-son relationship, Qian Daoliu will suspect that she is acting.
But this kind of "intermittent schizophrenia," with moments of gentle amnesia and moments of rage and hatred, is the most consistent with the characteristics of going astray and having one's soul damaged!
"Xue'er, let's go."
Qian Daoliu turned around, picked up the terrified Qian Renxue, and gently comforted her, "Your mother just woke up, and her condition is still unstable. She needs to rest. You can come see her again when she's better... when she's better."
Qian Renxue leaned on Qian Daoliu's shoulder, her eyes brimming with tears as she glanced back at the indifferent figure with his back to her, her small hands tightly gripping her grandfather's collar.
Was that gentle mother I just saw... really just an illusion?
"Let's go."
As Qian Daoliu left with Qian Renxue, the gates of the Holy Maiden's Palace closed once again.
The room fell silent again.
Bibi Dong remained in that side-lying position until she was certain that the sacred angelic aura had completely disappeared.
"call……"
She breathed a long sigh of relief, the sound of her tense nerves finally relaxing.
"You acted quite well."
Nan Feng's irritating voice rang out at just the right moment, "Especially that disgusted little look in his eyes, it was absolutely hilarious. Now Qian Daoliu probably completely believes you're mentally ill."
"Is this what you wanted?"
Bibi Dong asked coldly in her sea of consciousness, "Do I want him to think I'm a madwoman who could explode at any moment?"
"Of course," Nan Feng said leisurely. "Only a madman kills without needing a reason or bearing the consequences. Because a madman is uncontrollable."
"Furthermore, you also saw Qian Daoliu's reaction just now."
"He didn't blame you, or even doubt you. Because in his subconscious, as long as you are really sick, then the occasional maternal love you show is a hope that he can exploit."
He would think: as long as your illness is cured, or as long as you are not upset, you can become a good mother to Xue'er.
"So, as long as you maintain this Schrödinger-like state—sometimes sober and hating his whole family, sometimes confused and overflowing with maternal love—you will be absolutely safe in the Spirit Hall."
Bibi Dong remained silent for a moment.
It must be admitted that although this old spider uses despicable methods and always likes to drag Qian Renxue, that bastard child, into things, his grasp of human nature is indeed terrifyingly accurate.
"What's next?" Bibi Dong asked.
"What's next?"
Nan Feng smiled, "Next, of course, is to eat and drink well, and take good care of yourself. And by the way..."
"Waiting for a good opportunity when Qian Daoliu is not at home."
"That half-dead man lying in bed should also set off."