"Alright then, I'm going in." Xiao Li excitedly jumped into the bottle and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Then I asked Wuyue to jump in as well. Wuyue pressed her lips together and jumped in.
But things didn't continue to go smoothly. The women who were tied to the stakes for burial, except for those dressed in red wedding gowns who had just arrived, all obediently walked away.
The rest of them almost refused to leave. Some were afraid of being beaten by Piao Changji if he came back to life.
Some were simply brainwashed and didn't even remember who they were or their past memories, thinking they belonged to the world of the painting.
It's possible that people who are frequently subjected to violence will gradually lose their sanity, and their memories might start fading.
The words spoken by the abuser are instead taken as the truth.
Quite a few women were so thoroughly brainwashed that they spoke with unwavering conviction.
