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

Chapter 82 The one I dislike the most

The girl, whose expression was already not good, only showed a few smiles because of Jiang Xingni's predicament, changed her expression again because of Jiang Xingni's reply.

She glared fiercely at Jiang Xingni.

"Sharp-tongued and sarcastic," she said through gritted teeth.

Then, forcing a faint smile, she said, "It's okay, it's okay, there's no use in trying to escape."

"Xu Niannian—you've always cared about her, haven't you?"

"You two should both be with me, with us."

Upon hearing Xu Niannian's name, Jiang Xingni suppressed her smile for the first time and stared at Zhao Henshan with a calm demeanor.

"It's not your fault that you've suffered these things," she said frankly.

Even in this hostile situation, Jiang Xingni still refused to attribute everything to Zhao Henshan's fault.

She retorted calmly but firmly.

Zhao Henshan merely tilted his head in response to Jiang Xingni's words, seemingly unconcerned.

But Jiang Xingni could clearly see deep within her pupils.

The emotions of Zhao Henshan, who had not been ravaged by the massacres of the past six years, were shaken by the short sentence uttered by Jiang Xingni.

Therefore, Zhao Henshan clearly showed no emotional fluctuations—at least judging from his facial expression, if one ignored the almost wavering tears and emotions that flashed in his eyes.

However, tears suddenly welled up in those dark, melancholy eyes and fell to the ground with a thud.

The wicked smile on Zhao Henshan's face vanished for less than a second because of that one tear.

The tear stains were still visible on his face, not yet dried, but Zhao Henshan maintained his previous wicked smile.

He continued, finishing his sentence: "Shut up, shut up, what do you know?"

"Since you say it's not my fault, then why is it me and not someone else?"

"Am I just destined to suffer?" she screamed, repeating the question over and over again.

Even as Jiang Xingni clearly lost control of her emotions, she still stared at Zhao Henshan with a calm and focused gaze.

Then she let out a soft sigh.

It is obvious that even after six years, and even after Zhao Henshan has become a monster and killed countless people, it is clear that...

However, Zhao Henshan still hasn't gotten over the fact that he was "the chosen one who was bullied."

As time went on, Zhao Henshan not only failed to let go of his resentment, but instead became even more fixated on finding the answer to this question as he questioned himself day after day.

Until one day, someone raised a contrary opinion.

Zhao Henshan really wanted to believe this. Although she had lived as a ghost and a monster for six years, she had spent those six years in school. If she had any interactions with her colleagues, they were just girls like her who were high school students at the time of their deaths.

That's why Zhao Henshan reacted so strongly to Jiang Xingni's words, "It's not your fault that you suffered all this."

This is the real reason why Zhao Henshan, after being bullied for two whole years as an "illegitimate daughter," still stubbornly wanted an answer even after his death.

She felt she shouldn't have to suffer like this.

But it all started because of Zhao Henshan's own illegitimate daughter.

Even if Zhao Henshan genuinely felt in her heart that she shouldn't have suffered these things, after years of brainwashing, she would still feel that it was all her own fault.

It was the wrong choice she made in being born.

She wanted to hear "This is not your fault," but when those words were actually spoken to her, Zhao Henshan's first reaction was to run away.

Then Zhao Henshan stared at Jiang Xingni, and as their eyes met, Zhao Henshan suddenly revealed a smile.

"Do you think you can influence me with just a few words?" Zhao Henshan's tone was gentle and soft. "I'm sorry, those words come far too late."

These words came too late; Jiang Xingni came too late.

Although Zhao Henshan was reluctant to admit it, for a moment she did blame Jiang Xingni for not coming sooner.

Why wait until now to say it? Why not when she was still alive, when she had just begun her slaughter?

Now that things have come to this, there's no going back. So why tell her this now?

Jiang Xingni naturally had no idea what questions Zhao Henshan was asking in his heart.

If Jiang Xingni knew, she would only stare at her with a confused look—the year Zhao Henshan died, Jiang Xingni was only eleven years old, not yet old enough to start junior high school.

Even if Jiang Xingni and Zhao Henshan were destined to recognize each other back then, would Zhao Henshan accept the guidance of an eleven-year-old girl?

"Think about your friends—even if you don't admit it, you've always been judging them in your heart—if they knew that everything was because of your provocation, your judgment, do you think... they would regret trusting you?"

Zhao Henshan grinned with a smile that was utterly wicked.

"Guess, guess," Zhao Henshan said. "If you were in my situation, you would definitely make the same choice as me."

Then Zhao Henshan took a few steps back, his gaze subtly sweeping over the bloodstains on Jiang Xingni's face.

—The result of her brushing against Jiang Xingni's face during their contact.

She smiled contentedly and clapped her hands lightly.

"Let's see who it is? Could it be your favorite girl?" Zhao Henshan turned his body to the side, just enough for Jiang Xingni to see the scene on the other side through the gap.

Song Juexiao —

Jiang Xingni's pupils suddenly contracted. Logically speaking, she knew very well that the screenwriter would most likely not pair her with Song Juexiao at this point.

But rational analysis aside, Jiang Xingni still felt worried at this time.

Even though Song Juexiao's strength wasn't too weak, even though Song Juexiao was one of the most important members of the main group, even though according to the original plot, Jiang Xingni would have died earlier than Song Juexiao.

However, this does not prevent Jiang Xingni from feeling worried about Song Juexiao.

What if the screenwriter goes crazy and decides to kill a few people at this moment so that readers will know the cruelty of this world, and the unlucky guy chosen is Song Juexiao?

Based on her years of experience being fed shit by screenwriters, Jiang Xingni felt that she could not let her guard down.

Then, under the watchful eyes of the two people, a person fell from the sky and even struck a beautiful pose in mid-air.

Jiang Xingni: ?

This was clearly not what Zhao Henshan wanted to bring, nor was it the Song Juexiao that Jiang Xingni had originally thought.

Jiang Xing glanced at Zhao Henshan silently.

—They really know how to choose; it's either their favorite or their least favorite.