A mysterious realm descends, and I defy fate in comics.

Chapter 128 I regret it so much

Why can't I remember?

The two looked at each other, and then suddenly realized something.

All they knew was that their child was dead.

They knew nothing about why they died, how their funeral was arranged, or how to pay their respects on Qingming Festival and the anniversary of their death.

"Yes," the woman replied blankly, agreeing with her husband.

She asked softly, "Why did you forget him?"

Why did it take her several years to suddenly remember her son who died young?

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When Jiang Xingni and his group were taken to Song Juexiao's location by Su Yanzhi, this was the scene they saw.

Ji Shanqing's misty tentacles still relentlessly tried to touch her grandmother, and Grandma Ji seemed to be able to hear her wailing, like a fledgling bird, over and over again.

"Okay, sweetie, Grandma will take you home." Grandma Ji said, futilely trying to lift her granddaughter up from the empty space in front of her.

Song Juexiao stared for a while before looking away. When she saw Jiang Xingni appear, she smiled slightly and said, "I've got my eye on Ji Shanqing."

indeed.

Jiang Xingni walked over and casually patted Song Juexiao on the shoulder.

Her gaze fell on Grandma Ji.

"Wouldn't it be better if she never remembered?" Song Juexiao asked.

After recalling everything, he discovered that he couldn't see his granddaughter's soul at all.

Or perhaps they don't know who they're looking for, their memories are completely empty, yet they still continue day after day.

Song Juexiao didn't know which of the two options was more cruel.

"It's not just for Ji Shanqing," Jiang Xingni explained to Song Juexiao, holding Xu Niannian's hand with his other hand.

—Even amidst her busy schedule, Xu Niannian managed to spare a glance to observe the interaction between Jiang Xingni and Song Juexiao.

"It's also for those students who have been forgotten," Jiang Xingni explained.

Ji Shanqing was not the only one who was forgotten and whose traces were erased.

Those who are not chosen by the badge, those who gradually forget who they are and what they should do in the daily forgetting, should also be remembered.

Like Zhao Henshan, they all deserve a bouquet of flowers.

Song Juexiao shrugged and looked at Jiang Xingni: "Okay."

she says.

"I am not as noble as you."

Song Juexiao was indeed able to notice pain and was more empathetic than Xiao Jiming and the others.

But in this situation, she could only focus on the people in front of her, like Grandma Ji and Ji Shanqing.

Those ghosts who were also victims, whom she had never met, were like numbers of people who died in a movie to Song Juexiao.

She will feel sadness, but to a limited extent.

Song Juexiao would rather Grandma Ji not remember, and think that her granddaughter was just living in a place she didn't know, than for her to be talking to her soul like this now.

"But, Xingxing," Song Juexiao sighed, "if you're too gentle, you'll suffer a lot."

Witnessing death and oblivion, and experiencing firsthand his own powerlessness, Song Juexiao felt a pang of sadness for his friend.

How much pain would Jiang Xingni suffer if something happened in the future that she couldn't do anything about?

Having too much empathy isn't always a good thing.

Song Juexiao would rather Jiang Xingni be more indifferent, even more indifferent.

Jiang Xing suddenly laughed: "Okay, I understand."

Jiang Xingni knew very well what Song Juexiao was worried about, but to be honest, Jiang Xingni had long accepted that there would always be things she couldn't take care of, and there would always be people she couldn't save.

But she's right here; she can't just ignore everything.

Xu Niannian stared at the two of them for a while before turning her gaze to Ji Shanqing.

Then she froze.

He hooked his finger at Jiang Xingni's sleeve, his tone incredulous: "This is Ji Shanqing?"

Jiang Xingni nodded in response.

She had indeed been hunted down by Ji Shanqing. Xu Niannian thought about it and even considered that if Ji Shanqing killed Jiang Xingni, she would definitely seek revenge for her friend.

However, at the same time, Xu Niannian also felt sorry for Ji Shanqing's death at the very beginning.

There is no conflict between hating her because Ji Shanqing wanted to kill her and feeling sorry for her because she was pitiful.

"Can she turn back into human form?" Xu Niannian asked softly.

Jiang Xingni turned his head to look at Xu Niannian: "It depends on you, if you want to, but this is not your responsibility."

That lock unlocks more than just outsiders' memories of the dead.

At the same time, it also saved the school from a state that was half ghostly and half human.

This means that all the less powerful monsters will eventually find their rightful rest.

Instead of being trapped in the same place, day after day, year after year.

There are also strange beings who can operate independently without relying on the school—such as Ji Shanqing and Zhao Henshan in the past, and those who would take Xu Niannian with them if she died.

But now, Zhao Henshan has been killed by Jiang Xingni, Ji Shanqing voluntarily gave up her abilities so that her grandmother wouldn't see them, and Xu Niannian is still alive and well.

This means that soon all the monsters will disappear, just like Zhao Henshan, and meet their deserved end.

Xu Niannian didn't think too much about it. Her fingertips were still clutching the badge. After being guided by Jiang Xingni, she was now at least able to barely control those energies.

"In any case, I've experienced what it's like to be a non-human being in anime," Xu Niannian thought to herself, her mind wandering.

The person, who was originally indistinct and looked like a pool of oil spread on the ground, slowly took on a human shape. The blackness faded, revealing the flesh-colored skin that belonged to humans.

Grandma Ji watched as Ji Shanqing materialized in her arms, her illusory arms encircling her neck.

She couldn't touch Ji Shanqing's body; she could only feel a cool, misty fog.

Although she had expected it, Grandma Ji still felt a sense of emptiness when she reached out and found nothing.

Ji Shanqing couldn't quite remember what had happened.

It's not as simple as starting over; it's not something that comes without any cost.

She nuzzled her grandmother's neck affectionately and whispered something.

"Grandma, can you bury me under the willow tree in our house?"

"I don't want to go up the mountain, I don't want to be so far away from you and my parents. What if you can't climb the mountain anymore and don't come to see me anymore?"

"grandmother……"

The smile she had just managed to muster vanished completely when she heard "Grandma."

"Don't be too sad..."

She kept saying not to be sad, but she was the one who cried the most.

"I'm sorry, I'm not a good child. Mom and Dad, you've raised me for nothing. I've only caused you trouble instead of letting you enjoy life..."

"I'm sorry, Grandma, I haven't taken you to a big city yet, nor have I taken care of you in your old age..."

"Grandma..." Finally, she vanished into thin air like a melting tear.

She said, "I shouldn't have jumped. I regret it so much."