The rush of memories came fiercely, then vanished just as quickly, like a flash of lightning. In an instant, He Nu saw everyone and everything around her with perfect clarity. She knew something was wrong with her memories, and that she could stay lucid for only a very short time.
There was too much to do. She remembered Yao Nu, and the hatred in her heart, but the memories before and after clashed. She couldn't tell what level her martial arts had reached. The young man before her was sometimes Huan Nu, whose skills were mediocre, and sometimes the Dragon King, whose swordsmanship matched her own.
She hesitated over whether to strike immediately, but even that hesitation was growing indistinct. She was about to retreat into darkness again.
He Nu gathered the last trace of her clarity and told herself over and over: Your martial arts have surpassed his. Next time, strike immediately. One move will be enough. Strike...
Gu Shenwei watched helplessly as the hatred in He Nu's eyes gradually faded, leaving only a vacant emptiness.
Shangguan Ru and Han Fen were still discussing all sorts of ways to commit suicide. He said, "You can't kill yourself."
Shangguan Ru paused in surprise, then smiled. "You can't stop me."
"You have to take responsibility for her." Gu Shenwei pointed at He Nu.
"It was my fault He Nu turned out this way, but I can't help her. Only you..."
Gu Shenwei ended the conversation as simply as he could. "She wants to kill me. I can't keep her by my side."
Shangguan Ru looked at He Nu in surprise and saw her lips moving rapidly, muttering something in a barely audible voice.
Han Fen leaned close to listen, then repeated the words she'd heard. "Strike. Just one move. Strike. Just