The silhouette of the white-haired girl was somewhat blurry, and her features were entirely indistinguishable, but for some reason, in Sun Hang's mind, this white-haired girl before him was the same one he had encountered at the underground research lab on the Nameless Island.

Is this a dream?

Is she sending me a dream?

No... my consciousness is clear, this is not a dream!

Sun Hang wanted to open his eyes, but he discovered that his consciousness seemed to be trapped in this dreamscape, unable to break free.

It's like when someone is having a nightmare, they're keenly aware they're dreaming, but they just can't wake themselves up no matter what they try.

"Mother..."

The ethereal call sent a shiver down Sun Hang's spine.

"You're... not dead?"

"In the long river of time... we will meet again..." The white-haired girl repeated the last words she had said to Sun Hang during their last encounter.

"By normal plot standards, wouldn't such a reunion take at least hundreds of years?" Sun Hang pondered, "The last time we met, it was just a few days ago... those words suddenly lose their gravitas!"

"As long as Mother exists in this world, I will always find Mother." The white-haired girl moved closer to Sun Hang, almost face-to-face, whispering softly in his ear.

Yet, despite their closeness, Sun Hang still couldn't make out her face.

"Do you mean, as long as I'm alive, you won't die?"

What is this? A symbiotic relationship? But that doesn't seem quite right...

As the highest authority in the field of mystery object research, Pei Zongjun might have an answer to this, but I can't directly ask him this question... Even if I bring it up in a more oblique manner, his intelligence would likely uncover the underlying truth.

By that time, it might turn into that classic meme: "The 'friend' you're talking about, is it actually you.jpg"

"Mother..." The white-haired girl placed her hands on Sun Hang's shoulders, and from the side, it looked as if she was nestled in Sun Hang's arms... if one were to ignore Sun Hang's gender, it indeed seemed like a daughter acting coyly with her mother.

Sun Hang couldn't feel the weight of the white-haired girl; he couldn't even sense her body's touch—she was like a spirit body, floating in the air. Sun Hang even suspected that if she came any closer, their bodies might overlap like glitches in a model...

"Mother..." the white-haired girl continued, "Do you like... the fireworks... I gave you?"

Sun Hang shuddered again, instinctively wanting to push the white-haired girl away—but just as he had imagined, his hands passed right through her body without any resistance.

"That fireball... did you create it?"

"Mm, it's beautiful, right?"

"Do you know... how many people you killed?"

"Kill? I didn't kill anyone?" The white-haired girl replied with an innocent tone.

"Fine, let me rephrase it; do you know how many lives that fireball took?!"

"They didn't die... why do you think I took their lives, Mother?" The white-haired girl asked, puzzled.

"What do you mean?" Sun Hang squinted his eyes, "So the charred remains I saw, were they all fake?"

"What was burned were merely decaying shells, but their emotions, their memories, their souls are gathered within me... they have become one with me; they will no longer exist as those insignificant life forms... they will achieve immortality with us."

"Nonsense! You're just 'eating' them all, aren't you? Who the hell taught you to sophistrize like this?" Sun Hang retorted angrily, suddenly realizing that the white-haired girl was far from being as harmless as she appeared—in fact, she was a genuine maniac—a killing monster. All the staff on the Nameless Island, the subsequent investigation teams, the hunters participating in the ascension trials alongside Sun Hang, and the residents of Lizhou City who perished in the fireball incident were all killed by this creature!

Her purpose was obvious—to feed—if the Taotie consumed the physical forms of mystery entities, then for this white-haired girl, her sustenance was human emotions and memories...

In her eyes, taking a life was as insignificant as crushing an ant or uprooting a weed.

"But, Mother, this is what you taught me..." The white-haired girl's words carried a hint of grievance, "Mother, have you forgotten..."

I taught her?

Sun Hang was stunned.

He took a deep breath, feeling an inexplicable chill rising within him.

Indeed, he realized a problem—in his conscious mind, he felt anger toward such matters; but in his subconscious, he thought all of this was completely justified.

The white-haired girl was not human; she was a mysterious entity, and in her eyes, humans were no different than how humans perceive livestock.

Would humans feel anger if their peers slaughtered livestock?

Most likely not... barring members of certain extreme fanatical organizations.

Am I human? This thought resurfaced from the depths of Sun Hang's mind.

"Who am I?" Sun Hang stared at the blurred face of the white-haired girl and asked.

"You are my mother." The white-haired girl's tone turned calm as she reached out her slender hand to Sun Hang, as if wanting him to take her hand, but Sun Hang remained unmoved.

Next chapter will be updated first on this website. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.