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Chapter 121 Take Me to the Zhang Family, Grandma

"Who knows?" Jiang Xingni replied in a low voice.

Her gaze calmly fell upon the black mist before her.

So that's how it's going to develop—Jiang Xingni was wondering how the plot might go, after all, Ji Shanqing was only a seventeen-year-old girl.

Just like Zhao Henshan, as long as he uses persuasion and with Grandma Ji present, he has a high chance of successfully persuading Ji Shanqing to come back.

The entire instance was just a bunch of talk, with no actual combat shown until the very end...

Even Jiang Xingni, if she put herself in the character's shoes, would find the plot incredibly boring.

And that's the screenwriter's solution.

If she has a mind that can be deceived by words, then let her mind disappear.

If words are ineffective, then fighting will be the only option.

Su Yanzhi was merely a means for the screenwriter to achieve this goal. Even if Su Yanzhi hadn't said those words, someone else would have appeared, and the same result would have been achieved in the end.

After all, the story needs to have a not-too-boring ending.

"Ji Shanqing," she said. "If you can still hear my voice, if you still know who I am, nod your head."

Jiang Xingni could see the black mist.

Xiao Jiming didn't speak—after all, he couldn't see the world through Jiang Xingni's eyes—he just silently watched Jiang Xingni's expression.

But Ji Shanqing did nothing. Her gaze—if it could even be called a gaze—passed over Jiang Xingni and landed directly on Grandma Ji.

Jiang Xingni made a gesture towards Su Yanzhi with his hand behind his back.

The next second, Ji Shanqing completely ignored Jiang Xingni's words, her body dispersing into wisps of mist, and she ran towards Grandma Ji through the gaps.

Jiang Xingni really didn't dare to gamble on how much Ji Shanqing actually remembered about Grandma Ji at this moment.

If she just wanted to return to her grandmother's embrace, that would be fine. But if things get out of control, it could lead to Grandma Ji being in danger.

—Although Jiang Xingni was not the first to suggest that Grandma Ji should attend the school, she agreed to it nonetheless.

Therefore, Jiang Xingni still believes that she has an obligation to ensure Grandma Ji's safety.

If an innocent person were to die here, Jiang Xingni would feel that it would also be her responsibility.

Ji Shanqing moved immediately after she finished making the hand gesture to Su Yanzhi.

Faced with the formless mist, Jiang Xingni stared intently at the path ahead, wanting to bring up the old story again and imprison Ji Shanqing once more.

She failed.

Incomplete success is no different from failure.

The shadow that had been restrained was directly abandoned by Ji Shanqing, and so was Ji Shanqing's sanity.

She no longer cared what exactly she was abandoning.

A portion of the shadow slammed directly at Jiang Xingni's feet. Jiang Xingni quickly pulled his foot back, jumped up, and looked down.

The original marble floor was now riddled with holes from corrosion, and was covered in soot from the corrosion.

Jiang Xingni:

What did I say again?

The shadow didn't hit Jiang Xingni, nor did it stop; instead, it continued to meander towards Grandma Ji's direction.

In the blink of an eye, just enough time for Jiang Xingni to jump up and before he even fell, the shadow was already wrapping around Grandma Ji's ankle.

Even Song Juexiao didn't have time to react, let alone the usually slow-moving old man.

Grandma Ji could neither see Ji Shanqing's figure nor the mist that she had deliberately hidden.

Driven only by instinct, she lowered her head slightly, and in a daze, she sensed something familiar rushing toward her.

"I'm here," she murmured, bending down as if to crouch and hug something.

Then she hugged an empty space.

The moment the shadow touched Grandma Ji, Su Yanzhi activated his superpower, instantly teleporting Grandma Ji away from a distance.

The corrosive, tentacle-like thing pierced straight through where Grandma Ji had been standing and grabbed Song Juexiao's ankle.

Song Juexiao had already used her superpowers ahead of time, but even under these circumstances, she could still hear a hissing, corrosive sound coming from the hollow space that isolated her from the shadows.

Before the isolation layer was completely corroded away, Jiang Xingni grabbed her wrist.

She deftly flipped in mid-air and pulled Song Juexiao out of his restraints as well.

"Where is my granddaughter?" Grandma Ji, who had been teleported away, wasn't too far away. She reached out and grabbed nothing, so she just murmured this question.

"Where is she? My daughter?"

This "daughter" was addressed to Jiang Xingni and Song Juexiao.

Those eyes, clouded by age, were now brimming with tears.

Grandma Ji asked, "Good girl, may I see my granddaughter for a moment?"

It is enough.

Whether it's Jiang Xingni or Su Yanzhi, the weakening of Ji Shanqing is already enough.

Xiao Jiming took out a card, which was surrounded by layers of monsters that he had once tamed. Even though he couldn't see Ji Shanqing's figure, he could guess Ji Shanqing's location based on Jiang Xingni's dodging trajectory.

Then, in Jiang Xingni's vision, the shadow was directly controlled by the monster manipulated by Xiao Jiming.

—As expected of the protagonist.

The thought flashed through Jiang Xingni's mind, and then Grandma Ji ran over with faltering steps and knelt down directly.

He wasn't looking at Jiang Xing, but at the empty space in her eyes.

She stretched out her hand, her palm futilely tracing something in the air.

"My granddaughter, she's right here, isn't she?" Her voice trembled with a sob. "She's right here."

"Girl, girl, Grandma can't see you!"

"Granddaughter..." she began to cry, tears streaming down the wrinkles on her face.

She was asking Ji Shanqing, but she was also asking Jiang Xingni.

Why can't I see you?

"Please let me see my granddaughter, okay?"

Grandma Ji said, "Let me see her, just for a moment."

--take me Home.

Looking at his grandmother's figure, the writhing, swirling shadow in mid-air, even though imprisoned by Xiao Jiming's superpower, still stubbornly crawled towards Grandma Ji's direction.

"Take me with you..." The black mist churned, and Ji Shanqing, who had been trying to make a sound, finally learned to speak.

She spoke slowly and awkwardly, saying, "Take me home."

—Take me home, Grandma.

It's like when I was a child, I would sit at the kindergarten gate waiting for you to take me home.

It's like every time I wake up from a nap, I see you sitting by my bedside.

Her humanity was built upon her abilities, and now, in Ji Shanqing's dazed state of mind, she could only think of one thing.

She wanted to go home.

She wanted to take Xiao Jiming's body.

She wanted to see her family one last time after she died.

I really want to go home.