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

Chapter 135 Burning Paper Money

Although Lin Hongguang hadn't expected Xiao Jiming and his group to stay quiet for long, he never imagined that while he was dealing with Pei Zhaoye's family affairs, Xiao Jiming would cause trouble again.

"So, it only took one day," Lin Hongguang repeated slowly. "You discovered that a high school in the city is a strange place."

"Then you guys just stormed in, without telling a single person, and took care of that group of B-rank monsters."

"You only notify us to clean up the mess after the incident is over?"

Xiao Jiming nodded confidently: "That's right, that's exactly it."

Lin Hongguang spoke through gritted teeth, but he wasn't wrong about the whole thing.

It was indeed their group who acted on their own initiative and went directly to the school without notifying their teachers.

"Hmm..." Song Juexiao added from the other side. "Actually, the school leaders also died."

Lin Hongguang, who hadn't taken a vacation yet, heard Song Juexiao's calm voice on the other end of the phone and felt that he really should apply for a vacation.

Otherwise, I'll get so angry at these students that I'll have a heart attack sooner or later.

He recalled in his mind that since he started teaching Xiao Jiming's class of students, it seemed that he had never had a completely free time during any vacation.

It's a little better when they're in school; at least their harm is limited to the school grounds.

But during holidays...

Even Lin Hongguang couldn't believe the extent of their harm—how could a group of people be so energetic, running all over the country?

When Lin Hongguang first became a teacher, he discovered that he was actually a person with low energy.

Lin Hongguang felt that anyone who was with this group of people would be exhausted to death.

The thoughts that swirled in my mind went through many circles, but what remained in the end was quite simple.

"Each of you must write a 5,000-word self-criticism." Lin Hongguang pressed his temples, then added, "Jiang Xingni is not allowed to write them for you."

Lin Hongguang figured it out.

Jiang Xingni was indeed very experienced. Although he hadn't heard of any agreement between them, he could easily guess that if the demands were too high, this group would definitely try to take shortcuts.

And who is the "coincidental" person closest to them?

—Who else is there besides Jiang Xingni?

As expected, Lin Hongguang heard Su Yanzhi's deliberately affected sigh on the other end of the phone.

"Is that so cruel, Teacher Lin?"

Lin Hongguang was too lazy to pay attention to Su Yanzhi, knowing that asking them now would be pointless.

The whole matter has been resolved. Instead of questioning these kids about why they acted behind the adults' backs, it's better to clean up their mess first.

Lin Hongguang hung up the phone with a great headache, but before doing so, he thoughtfully gave the group a reminder.

"Hurry back. Once you're back, we'll have a proper chat about what you've done," Lin Hongguang said through gritted teeth.

After Lin Hongguang hung up the phone, Song Juexiao looked around and was the first to ask a question.

"So where are the stars?"

*

Of course, I am fulfilling what I said.

Jiang Xingni didn't know whether people went to heaven, hell, or the underworld after they died in this world.

The system says that when the scriptwriters created the story, it was possible for a person's soul to become a monster, but no one knows whether there will be any follow-up after the monster is destroyed.

Jiang Xingni had heard rumors about reincarnation after death, but no one knew whether these rumors were true or false.

She didn't know what would happen to Zhao Henshan after she killed him.

Will her consciousness still linger in some corner of this world? Is she still quietly and silently watching Jiang Xingni?

Or perhaps, as Jiang Xingni knew in those rumors, she had already entered the cycle of reincarnation after being killed by Jiang Xingni, and has long since been reincarnated?

Or perhaps it was the materialism that Jiang Xingni studied that, without the physical body that carried her consciousness, vanished completely.

Whether he presented her with flowers or simply forgot about it, Zhao Henshan knew nothing about it.

"So what's the point?" the system whispered in Jiang Xingni's mind.

If no one will remember what you sacrificed for this, then what's the point of what you did?

Jiang Xingni rolled her eyes again: "Don't you think you're annoying?"

To put it simply, she did what she wanted to do. Why should the system point fingers at her actions and judge whether they were worthwhile or appropriate?

Besides, Jiang Xingni thought, living in a comic book is, in a way, a form of being seen.

If she were merely a character in real life, then the fact that she secretly dug a grave for Zhao Henshan would probably only be known to a handful of people.

—Jiang Xingni herself, the main characters who knew of Zhao Henshan's existence, and those who were concerned about Jiang Xingni's whereabouts.

But this is a world within a comic book.

There will always be readers in the real world who see this scene and remember Zhao Henshan.

Although readers' memories are not known for their longevity, and Jiang Xingni himself was well aware of this, in the end, they would remember Zhao Henshan, even if only for a few minutes.

This plot point is filling in the gaps in the previous storyline.

Even if the screenwriter disliked Jiang Xingni, they wouldn't intentionally cut this part of the story.

The system was subtly stung by Jiang Xingni's words. It remained silent for a while before finally speaking up.

You seem to know how to do this very well.

Of course, no one is saying that Jiang Xingni is very skilled at handling funerals in a normal way.

Jiang Xingni silently lowered his head, reflecting on his current actions.

In the middle of nowhere, she dug a small pit for Zhao Henshan with her hands.

She did not find Zhao Henshan's body. Six years had passed, and the body had long since decomposed. She had given up any hope of finding Zhao Henshan's body.

Therefore, Jiang Xingni ultimately erected a cenotaph for Zhao Henshan.

The old school uniforms were folded up and placed in the pit.

The same school badge—not the one with the unusual effect, of course—was tucked inside the school uniform.

As the soil was gradually laid down, one mound at a time, the land was slowly settled.

The soil gradually buried the gray school uniform.

The soil that had been dug out was gradually filled in, as if nothing had ever happened. However, inside the pit, Jiang Xingni planted a tree for Zhao Henshan.

The promised flowers were delivered to Zhao Henshan's grave.

The ashes from the burning paper money swirled and rose upwards with the wind, like the wishes of the living drifting gently with the embers.

It's as if an old friend has fulfilled their wish with a spark, and everything comes to an end.

Jiang Xing looked up, his gaze following the drifting sparks.

"If I don't survive, will anyone burn paper money for me?" she asked the system in her mind.