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

Chapter 138 Inserted

Jiang Xingni didn't know what to say.

Is she going to say that the grave she just left is the culprit that caused your granddaughter to become like this?

Or should her death be blamed on the school bullying six years ago and the teacher's indifference?

Jiang Xing opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

After calculating and recalculating...

In the end, it's nothing more than a messy account.

Who harmed whom, and who should blame? It's impossible to figure out who's to blame no matter how you look at it.

The perpetrator was once a victim, while the real victim died six years ago.

No one can be blamed; someone who died six years ago can still cause the death of a living person six years later.

Isn't this a terrible debt?

After all, you can't blame someone who's already dead—whose body might have rotted and been infested with maggots, leaving only bones.

Jiang Xingni didn't know who the people who bullied Zhao Henshan at school were, and she couldn't tell Grandma Ji their names either.

"I don't know," Jiang Xingni's voice was a little hoarse.

She didn't even dare to look into Grandma Ji's cloudy, tear-filled eyes.

Disappointment was clearly visible on Grandma Ji's face.

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"Are you worried something might happen to Grandma?" She quickly came up with a reason. "It's alright, Grandma is so old, she didn't have many years left to live anyway, and Shanqing is gone... what can Grandma do now?"

Grandma Ji asked softly, it was unclear whether she was addressing Jiang Xingni or herself.

Don't you still have your son and daughter-in-law? Jiang Xingni remembered Ji Shanqing mentioning her parents—she seemed to have a very happy family.

"Anyway, I don't have many years left to live," she said. "If you know anything, you'd rather let me die knowing the truth."

Grandma Ji remembers her experiences at school, even though she was busy looking for her granddaughter and spending time with Ji Shanqing.

But how could such a fantastical experience be easily forgotten?

Even though Grandma Ji has lived a long life, it doesn't mean that those experiences were ordinary to her.

She had never witnessed any truly thrilling scenes; all she had experienced in her life was the changing seasons and going up and down mountains.

In some ways, it could even be said that what Grandma Ji encountered today was something she had never imagined in her entire life.

She remembered the children's wary expressions and how they struggled against the unseen monster—even though she suspected in her mind that the monster was most likely her granddaughter.

She watched helplessly as her granddaughter slowly melted in her arms, until all she could hold was a handful of black, unidentified liquid.

Jiang Xingni told Grandma Ji that it was her granddaughter, Ji Shanqing.

The black liquid in her eyes would writhe, making Ji Shanqing's voice, and occasionally Ji Shanqing's face would appear.

That was Ji Shanqing. Grandma Ji was very certain of her judgment, but she also genuinely didn't know what had happened.

These questions, repeated dozens or even hundreds of times, will continue to be asked again and again because they have not been answered.

Why did Ji Shanqing die instead of someone else? Why did Ji Shanqing become like this? Is she really my granddaughter? If I don't recognize her, will she be sad or upset if she knows what I'm thinking now?

But what if I've mistaken someone for someone else? What if some other monster has bewitched me? What if my granddaughter is still waiting for me? What if she sees me now and easily mistakes that liquid and that black mist for her? What if it's not Ji Shanqing...?

Won't my granddaughter be even more upset?

Grandma Ji didn't dare to gamble that she could recognize her granddaughter with 100% certainty under these circumstances. However, overwhelmed by fear and helplessness, she could only follow Jiang Xingni's judgment.

Jiang Xing looked into her eyes, then concealed some of the truth and confessed it to her.

"She is indeed your granddaughter, but she was no longer human at that time," Jiang Xingni said in a low voice. "There are some things I don't know clearly either."

This statement was half true and half false. At least, what she didn't know had nothing to do with what Grandma Ji wanted to know; it was just an excuse for herself.

"But don't get involved in these things anymore," she said. "If there are any follow-up issues, you just need to cooperate actively."

She spoke in a bureaucratic tone with practiced ease.

"...Does cooperating mean I'll forget Shan Qing again?" Grandma Ji asked rhetorically.

Jiang Xingni, of course, did not give her the answer she wanted—whether it was a yes or a no.

She gave Grandma Ji a deep look, then turned and left.

"So you're really not going to tell Grandma Ji?" the system asked, puzzled.

It initially thought that Jiang Xingni's attitude was to not tell Grandma Ji, but judging from her behavior, the system felt that it was not quite right—if Jiang Xingni wanted to fool someone, she wouldn't need to be so obvious.

She could have simply followed the official procedures of Taixu Academy to erase all of Grandma Ji's memories of this matter, and then told her that Ji Shanqing had actually died several years ago, with the cause of death made up.

Would anyone go to such lengths to investigate what happened to a girl who has been dead for several years?

Even though Grandma Ji kept writing "granddaughter" on the school wall, it was only because she didn't know that Ji Shanqing was dead. She only knew that she had lost a granddaughter out of nowhere. Her granddaughter was clearly alive. Love urged Grandma Ji to keep moving forward and keep searching until she achieved her goal.

"No." Jiang Xingni rejected the system's guess. "I've made up my mind. The first person who should know the truth is Grandma Ji."

[The villainous organization shouldn't be known for being soft-hearted, right?] The system silently thought to itself. [But you're clearly very soft-hearted.]

Jiang Xingni didn't care about the system's evaluation of him and lazily shrugged: "Think what you want. Anyway, I only need to install it for a while."

All she needs to do is disguise herself as a cold-blooded guide for the brief time depicted in the comics.

Jiang Xingni casually pulled out a black hooded jacket, the overly long hem of which hung down to the ground, the hood completely obscuring Jiang Xingni's appearance.

Her fingertips tried to reach out and remove the gold contact lens, but the lens had already become a part of her eyes.

So she could only rely on new colored contact lenses to restore her eyes to their original color.

—She's no longer wearing Zhao Henshan's skin.

The excessively long cloak forced Jiang Xingni to pad her shoes even higher.

Finally, with great difficulty, he managed to squeeze himself into the ill-fitting clothes.