novelsite Chapter 127 Where is the grave?
Chapter 127 Where is the grave?
In Xu Niannian's view, the originally gray and white world was suddenly stained with color.
It was red at first.
The red spots of blood on the ground, like the bloodstains she had read about in her novels, were silently stained with color.
Then there's the flamboyant red flag that rises every Monday to accompany the national anthem.
Xu Niannian had a deep impression of it. She clearly remembered that checking whether the national flag reached its highest point at the same time as the national anthem ended was a bit of fun for her during her boring days.
But she never imagined that, perhaps in places she couldn't see, there were thousands of her own deceased students, the same age as her, standing silently beside her, watching this scene in the same way.
Xu Niannian stared wide-eyed at the scene before her.
The actual time was less than half a second, but in Xu Niannian's eyes it was as if it had been slowed down countless times, and she could clearly see every red line disappearing.
It glided across the black and white areas, then stained the areas that should have been red.
Then came blue, vast expanses of blue spreading across the sky.
Just like what Ji Shanqing saw before he died, a clear sky on a sunny day, just like the scenery that all the students who jumped from the rooftop could see when they looked up.
Xu Niannian herself didn't know what perspective she was currently in.
It is impossible for a person to look up at the sky while simultaneously peering through the walls to see the gray-white classroom.
The indistinct whispers gradually became clearer, revealing not only female voices but also male voices.
Xu Niannian finally realized what perspective she was from—the eyes of all the dead souls in the school.
She was using their eyes to see the school where she had spent three years.
"Why me? Why me? Why me...?"
"It hurts so much, it hurts so much..."
"Mommy, Mommy, where are you?"
Most of them were just vaguely remembering pain and their mothers, wanting to seek help, or perhaps they were seeking the pity they didn't receive before they died.
"The results of this month's exam haven't come out yet... wait, maybe they're not important anymore?"
"I haven't gotten into university yet... I don't want to die, please help me..."
"I talked to everyone else, so why did the teacher only scold me?"
"I did so badly on the test, I'm so sorry Mom... I might as well just die..."
However, a small number of them still remember the unfulfilled desires they had before they died, whispering them in their dazed state.
Countless words flooded into Xu Niannian's mind.
Xu Niannian had already prepared herself for her brain to almost explode.
But there was nothing there. She could hear, but it was as if there was a thin layer of glass between them.
Therefore, she could only observe from outside the glass.
There is absolutely no possibility of them interfering.
Until the world before my eyes was finally filled with all sorts of colors.
Everything finally became vibrant, and the glass that had separated Xu Niannian from the ghosts shattered.
She could even feel the overwhelming surge of hatred and resentment, and the deeper sorrow hidden beneath.
After Zhao Henshan's death, who else could they hate?
After everything has been erased, is there still a possibility of repentance?
Will I be able to see my family one more time?
Finally, all these emotions were directed at the leaders who had no idea what had happened.
In Xiao Jiming's view, Xu Niannian simply closed her eyes suddenly and repeated Jiang Xingni's words, "Zhao Henshan is dead."
An invisible force spreads out from the leadership.
puff.
It's the sound of a human body being torn apart alive.
Red blood splattered out with a hissing sound.
Just as they had seen before, Zhao Henshan took revenge on those who caused her death after her death.
Jiang Xing stepped forward and covered Xu Niannian's eyes.
Over six years, the grievances of thousands of people inevitably needed an outlet, and these leaders became that outlet.
"Niannian, can you see a lock?" Jiang Xingni whispered in her ear.
Before Xu Niannian could process what she was seeing, her thoughts had already been led astray by Jiang Xingni.
She nodded. She could see a gray padlock hanging in the sky above the entire school, the chains connecting all the dead and isolating them from the outside world.
Xu Niannian nodded, then couldn't help but ask, "What are these? Are they symbols of earthbound spirits?"
That's not wrong.
That was the lock that separated the dead from the memories.
The good news is that the writers didn't go too far. As long as the lock is broken, the reality and memories distorted by the combined forces can still be restored to their original state.
"You can understand it that way," Jiang Xingni said without correcting him. "Smash them, set them free."
Xu Niannian could still hear the sound of flesh being torn apart near her ear, but what was more obvious was Jiang Xing's guidance near her ear.
No, she struggles to even run 800 meters, how could she possibly break a padlock!
Xu Niannian was terrified.
Then Jiang Xingni grasped her hand, and the chains that bound the ghosts and the lock together shattered one by one.
Then, even though there was no sound at all, Xu Niannian seemed to hear a "crack" sound of something breaking.
The scene before me shattered into pieces simultaneously with the "cut," as if the director had yelled "cut" during filming.
—Wait a minute, what happened to the limited-time ghost trial card? I haven't even become a ghost yet!
This was Xu Niannian's last thought before she fainted.
What Jiang Xingni and Xu Niannian saw was merely the shattering of a lock, whereas in the real world...
The school leaders, already torn to shreds, were naturally speechless, but something had disappeared.
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Jiang Xing looked up and her cell phone signal suddenly returned; she received a call from Song Juexiao.
"Xingxing, is Grandma Ji crying?" Song Juexiao asked softly, looking at the scene before him.
Grandma Ji had been crying, but her cries were especially heart-wrenching at this moment: "Grandma remembers you, my daughter."
"My dear daughter, how could Grandma forget you?"
"Little Mountain Haru, Grandma's Little Mountain Haru, where are you? Why can't Grandma see you?"
Having long lost its human form and its human consciousness, Ji Shanqing naturally couldn't understand what she was saying.
But she saw tears on her grandmother's face.
A tentacle-like shadow peeked out, trying carefully to wipe away Grandma Ji's tears, but in the end it could only pass right through her face.
Ji Shanqing looked at the tentacle that she had stretched out—if she had eyes—and then, once again, stubbornly and repeatedly, reached out towards her grandmother.
"Go home," she said, mimicking a human voice.
"go home."
"take me Home."
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Inside the convenience store outside the school.
A couple looked toward the wall as if sensing something.
The wall displaying their son's awards from childhood to adulthood finally came into view.
"Old Li, tell me, haven't we been away from our son for a long time?"
The woman stopped arranging the shelves, vaguely realizing that something had been wrong in the past few years.
"Yes, we should sweep the children's graves... otherwise, when spring comes, it will all be overgrown with weeds..." the man murmured, then asked the woman.
"Wife, do you remember where our son's grave is?"