Reborn as a short-lived loli who can only live for three years

Chapter 303 Psychotherapy

Pukulia looked down at her.

"The friend you're talking about is the one called Chu Yu?"

Ivy blinked. "Huh? How did you guess that?"

Perhaps they had met each other in previous public explorations, so they had some impression of each other, Ivy guessed.

But Pukulia seemed to have heard some idiotic question and snorted: "You can count the number of friends you have on one hand."

Ivy: “…”

Pukuria's words are very unpleasant to the ear.

She probably wanted to talk while walking out of habit, but when she thought of Elq waiting outside, she took her steps back.

"Come and tell me."

"Oh."

Evie trotted after her.

The two came to the temporary recording station of the plantation. Pukuria placed the dead leaves neatly on the table, picked up the small notebook hanging on the wall, and recorded them one by one.

Ivy stood on tiptoe, looking at Pukulia's work, thinking about where to start.

"What kind of weapon is it?"

Just as I was thinking about it, Pukulia had already started asking questions. She was very good at picking out the key points.

"It's a long-handled sickle. Very cool." Ivy also knew the point of the question, so she simply summarized the appearance of the weapon and continued, "It seems that all emotional curses are cast through it. Wounds scratched by it cannot be healed by conventional means, and can only be healed with curse-purifying items."

“Also…” Ivy recalled the feeling the wound brought to her. “The shadow will always be attached to the wound, and there will be a burning sensation. And the more similar wounds there are, the stronger the resonance with Chu Yu’s emotions will seem to be.”

But that probably doesn't count as emotional resonance.

So Ivy corrected herself and said, "To be precise, all her emotions are transferred to... me. When she wants to cry, I will cry."

Pukulia stopped writing and glanced at Ivy with a meaningful smile. “You speak as if you have experienced this.”

“Ha… Well, I described it this way so that you can understand. It’s easy to understand, right?” Ivy made up an excuse.

She didn't care whether Pukuria believed it or not; it didn't matter if he didn't.

As long as Pukuria asked, Ivy was actually willing to tell the truth.

……

But Pukulia did not ask further questions because she was not interested in Ivy's personal affairs.

She summarized the characteristics Ivy mentioned and concluded, "It's a weapon made of black magic. It feeds on negative emotions and accumulates strength."

Ivy nodded: "It seems so."

Dean Ran Yin's faction has a lot to do with black magic, and the underlying logic of those life locks is black magic.

However, everyone else’s weapons were normal. It seemed that Ran Yin only gave the weapon made of black magic to Chu Yu. Why?

This was the first time Ivy had thought of this question.

Because of 'love'?

She recalled the strange words that Zhi Meng said in the second round.

Because you love her, you want to see her destroyed?

Ivy didn't quite understand.

Pukulia is also an expert in black magic, so maybe he can understand.

But... in the world of the third round, is Pukulia still studying black magic?

"After the weapon is used, her temperament will change drastically?" Pukulia asked again.

Evie shook her head.

"Not really...? She's still the same person we knew, and she can pretend to be normal, but she still became an enemy."

"After becoming an enemy, who does she hate the most?"

“Maybe it was me?” Ivy tilted her head. “I’m not sure, but probably.”

"Then do you know the reason?"

"The reason..."

What is the reason?

She didn't have much contact with Chu Yu. They discussed plans and acted together. Ivy felt that she was not a conspicuous person and should not have done anything to annoy others.

why?

Could it be that because they were born incompatible, Chu Yu said that he hated her from the first moment he saw her.

But Chu Yu also comforted her with everyone when she was feeling down, and even said...she would never hate her.

How strange.

Emotions are such a strange thing.

"I don't know." Ivy lowered her head a little aggrieved.

Perhaps it was because she had sacrificed her memories and emotions that she had become somewhat cold-blooded and heartless, and had inadvertently done something annoying.

Maybe, but now Ivy just felt aggrieved.

"I actually quite like her."

Pukulia indifferently withdrew his gaze and continued to write the remaining herbal records.

"I know the situation."

"Is that enough?"

Evie thought she was asking too little.

"That's enough. Don't you just want to know how to avoid it?"

"Yeah." Ivy nodded. "Do you have any ideas?"

"There are two ways. First, destroy her weapon directly, and all the negative emotions that have accumulated so far will also be destroyed."

Ivy had actually thought about the simple and crude method.

Perhaps destroying the weapon would solve the problem once and for all.

“Is there a risk?” she asked.

"There's no risk other than making her lose a weapon. But..."

"But what?"

"However, she will have to deal with her negative emotions from now on." Pukulia looked at her. "Your friend may become irritable, jealous, no longer perfect, and over time, become the 'enemy' you mentioned."

"And this time, it's not because of the curse, but because she is just that kind of person."

After listening, Ivy lowered her head.

This doesn't sound like a good choice.

"So, what's the other solution?"

Pukuria finally finished the recording work and put the small notebook back in its place.

"Most of the time, she hates others because they have something she doesn't have. This mentality ultimately stems from low self-esteem."

Pukulia gathered the dead leaves together again and walked out of the recording station hut.

Ivy trotted out after him.

"Your friend is basically in this situation, so the second solution is to make her not feel inferior."

"?"

What kind of solution is this? Psychotherapy?

“How should we do this specifically?” Ivy asked humbly.

"If you don't know each other well, then build a good relationship, rely on her more, and make her feel needed."

It really is psychotherapy.

Ivy has actually been trying this, although it's still a little awkward.

Since Mr. Pukuria, who majored in the Department of Psychology, said so, it seems that this path is the right one and I can continue more shamelessly in the future.

"Besides that, show her your weaknesses and flaws more often to make her feel that you are not as powerful as she thinks."

It was as if Ivy was some imaginary enemy.

"This way, even if the emotional curse breaks out, it will lose its support. However, this method is more troublesome and time-consuming. I recommend the first method."

"But the first one..."

Pukulia looked down at her with a listless look, "Even if we become an 'enemy', that will be a matter for the future."

“We’ll talk about the rest later.”

"You just need to solve the immediate problems and you don't need to be responsible for their future."