Chapter 4 — Eight Unworthy Lives

The butler's voice came from behind, calm and peaceful. I don't know when he followed in. He squatted down, reaching out to the person in the cage. The fear rolling in those eyes only slowly receded after seeing the butler's face clearly. She obediently let the housekeeper carry her out of the cage. After being rescued, Lam Nguyet Nguyet was unconscious and feverish for three days and three nights. In her dream, she saw a sea of fire. The seven-year-old girl stood in front of the sea of fire. In front of her was a vague figure, his voice calm and steady: "Are you willing to use eight reincarnations in exchange for the whole family surviving this fire?" The seven-year-old girl nodded without hesitation. In the first life, the whole family really came back to life. Without Lam Kieu Kieu, they moved to a new city together. Life is normal but warm. My parents are still alive, my brother is also growing up safely, everyone is living very well. She watched them laugh and play in another space, feeling it was all worth it. Until one time when she went out, her throat was suddenly cut by a knife. Before she could turn her head, she saw the figure of someone who had died. Since then, things began to change. Second life, third life... Each life slides in a different direction. Every life, another Lam Kieu Kieu appears. Each time it got more and more out of orbit, until now. Those images were like spinning lights constantly rotating in her head, crushing her consciousness over and over again. At the same time, during the days she was in a coma, the Lam family seemed to have been silently changed by something. Every day her father came to her room and sat for a long time. He looked at her unconsciously on the bed, occasionally reaching out to pull the blanket for her. His eye sockets were red, and underneath his eyes were dark circles. Her mother stayed by her bed every night, never leaving her side. She held her hand tightly, constantly repeating: "Nguyet Nguyet, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere, don't be afraid." Lam Tu Ngang was the one who came most often, but he never stepped inside. Each time he just stood at the door for a while, then turned to ask the housekeeper: "Did the baby wake up during that time?" After receiving a negative answer, he silently turned around and left. But soon, he will return to ask one more time. It wasn't until the eighth day that Lam Nguyet Nguyet finally woke up. 7 When I opened my eyes again, the room was extremely quiet. "Eldest lady is awake." The housekeeper immediately spoke correctly. I looked at him, blinked. The butler understood, brought the glass of water to my mouth, and slowly said: "During the eight days you were in a coma, some changes happened in the house. I think I need to report to you." "Every three days, the young master asked me again, why did another person appear in this life like me?" "The old man and his wife kept repeating the same sentence. Didn't they die in that fire?" "What about Miss Kieu?" Kieu..." The butler's voice stopped, as if he was considering how to use the words: "She was very frightened. Everyone who met her these days said that she came to find her, asking for her life." "Who she is, she didn't say clearly. But according to my observations, the person she was referring to was probably you." Saying this, he bowed slightly, his tone calm: "That's right, there's one more thing." "All the images in the tiny camera on your collar, I handed it over to your family. They are probably watching in the surveillance room right now." He stood up straight: "It can be considered... one last surprise I left for you." Before I could react, he turned around and walked towards the door. Instinctively, I wanted to call him back. But my throat is dry,

Unable to make a sound, I could only chase barefoot. The next second, I was stunned on the spot. The hallway is empty. It seems that no trace of this person has ever existed before. Just like that... disappeared? But I don't have time to think much. There was only one thought in my head that kept spinning. Surveillance room. I ran all the way there barefoot. The moment I pushed open the surveillance room door, my whole body froze in front of the door. On the screen, each image segment is continuously replayed. Those are the images of my death in previous lives. Lam Kieu Kieu's shrill and malicious voice came from the screen. Sentence after sentence makes one's scalp numb. Images flashed alternately. Every scene inside is like a dagger piercing the hearts of everyone outside the screen. Dad rolled his eyes, his hands tightening on the armrest. His eye sockets were so red that it looked like they might drip blood. Mom slid limply off the chair, covering her mouth in disbelief. But she couldn't hide the tears that were flowing through her fingers and the sobs that were suppressed to the limit. The brother turned his back to the door, both hands holding tightly. Nails are almost deeply embedded in the palm of the hand. His breathing became increasingly heavier. Suddenly, he turned around.