She was saddened by the plight of the six members of the Liang family, but her heart also ached for the girl in the dream. Her memories were incomplete, still having many pieces that wouldn’t fit together, but even so, based solely on those fragments, she was able to deduce some aspects of the girl’s circumstances. So it turned out to be . The format of ancient letters was a bit like classical writing, a bit challenging to understand, but Dong Huiying still managed to make sense of a few things. It turned out that the mudslide that Dong Dabao had encountered wasn’t a natural disaster, but one she had caused with her own hands. Divine power creates tomb, that mud and stone were actually a grave she had made for herself! What kind of person was Dong Dabao? Vulgar, rude, brutal, malicious? But if he truly was like that, how could he have written those characters with such vigorous righteousness and elegance! Dong Huiying remembered what she had seen in her dreams, as well as the blood letter that Dong Dabao had buried in the mountain. The Devouring God Gu actually used a human lead? This was too sinister, too malicious! That blood letter revealed far too much. For example, Dong Dabao once served in the military, and in his life, he had two close friends, one the recipient of the blood letter, the other being Jiujiu, mentioned in the letter. Dong Dabao had hurt the six members of the Liang family each time he went mad, and every time he came to his senses, he would feel remorse and be tormented by his conscience. She had tried to escape, but every time she left the Liang family, she would return whenever the madness struck again; she tried countless times, but all ended in failure. All the atrocities were because of the ’human lead’ in the Devouring God Gu, and that human lead came from a crass village woman... After merging these memories, Dong Huiying’s heart was sour, pained, and uncomfortable, as if she had become that person in the dream, become the one with too much suffering, too much worry, too much regret, enduring endless torment from her conscience. Even thinking of Dong Feiyan, whom she wasn’t sure how to face before, filled her heart not with unfamiliarity, but with longing, remembrance, and a feeling of fondness. This sentiment was very foreign to Dong Huiying. It was as if she really considered the other person as her own mother! This was the greatest regret of her previous life, the affection she had always longed for countless times! Shen Qiu Yang frowned as he watched her, gently wiping away her tears for her. "Crying so miserably early in the morning, be careful not to invite bad luck." She wiped her face fiercely, pulling herself together, "Let’s go, I’ve already packed everything last night, and everything I need to take is piled up there." She pointed to a corner of the cave, then got up, rolled up her bedding, and heaved it over her shoulder. Da Bai sauntered over lazily, a butterfly whirling above its head. Dong Huiying carried some of her belongings, and Shen Qiu Yang helped her with some as well, but compared to Dong Huiying, Shen Qiu Yang was far less strong. Hence, he could only help with some small bits and pieces, while the rest was tied up by Dong Huiying with a rope for Da Bai to carry. Da Bai was quite reluctant because this silly tiger actually pulled a long face and eyed Dong Huiying unhappily. The two of them, one tiger, and one butterfly headed toward the small wooden cabin where Shen Qiu Yang lived. Shen Qiu Yang noticed that Dong Huiying was very distracted. What exactly had she dreamed about? He wondered. Just then, Dong Huiying stumbled, not watching her step, and actually tripped over a stone. She fell flat on her face, mashing her teeth in pain, then screaming, "Ah, my Gu!!"