【Venue: Tiandu Cemetery】

Ning Pingle held the long knife in his arms, his face extremely calm.

The mourning music of the cemetery sounded quietly, and a former colleague of Zhang Zichuan passed by the tombstone and placed a bouquet of flowers on the clothed mound.

Jiang Meng stood beside the trio, patted them on the shoulder and said:

"Go ahead, give him a ride at the end."

Ji Ziyang spread his hands, folded a flower from the flower basket on the side, and put it in front of the tombstone.

Jian Youyue was a little uneasy, there were too many people here, just standing here made her suffer, she subconsciously looked at Ning Pingle, saw that he was distracted, and pulled the corner of Jiang Meng's clothes with a slight loss:

"Sister Meng, can you come with me?"

Jiang Meng nodded and led her to fetch two bouquets of flowers.

She walked in front, while Jian Youyue tugged at her sleeve and carefully followed.

It was not until she was in front of the grave, put down the flowers, and left again, until she left the crowd of people surrounding the tombstones, that she finally breathed a sigh of relief and whispered:

"Mr. Zhang Zichuan has a good reputation at school, and the students like him very much."

Ning Pingle came back to his senses at this time, nodded and said:

"I can see it."

After the Sword Soul incident ended, Jiang Meng, who was heavily armed, came to the three of them, told them the inside story of the incident, and solemnly apologized to the three of them.

He didn't have much grievances, and for such a controllable battle, there was nothing wrong with a little fight.

The fact is that now he can clearly feel that under the stimulation of the battle, he is a little more comfortable with the magic power of Xiangliu.

Although it will still cause a huge waste, and there is no way to control it finely, the power that can burst out with the fists and feet wrapped in magic power seems to have been raised in an instant.

He didn't know exactly how much he had raised.

The people here today are all spellcasters.

In the eyes of ordinary people at Tiandu University, Mr. Zhang Zichuan has long been buried.

It was a funeral that belonged exclusively to fellow sorcerers, but to be honest, Ning Pingle didn't like such an occasion very much.

Although he is not a resident of this world, he prefers joy and mourning, singing and dancing, and presumably those who have left can feel more at ease.

The atmosphere was too dreary.

Many spell masters looked at the tombstone silently, but their eyes were slightly distracted, and Ning Pingle always felt that they were not looking at Zhang Zichuan, but someone else.

It could be their loved ones, or it could be their former partners.

In the distance, there was a sudden flutter of wild birds in the mountains and forests, and a group of unknown birds circled in the sky, and a feather quietly landed on his shoulder.

Ning Pingle sighed and went to the flower basket to take down a flower, but he felt that it was not good to send it like this.

He looked at one of the staff members and said:

"Is there any paper?"

The sorcerer froze for a moment, scratched his head, took a piece of paper from his clothes, and handed it over.

“？？？”

Where did this person hide the paper, didn't you see him use his mobile phone to open "Trickery"?

"Sleeve in the sleeve, a small spell, the first entry threshold can contain some non-living forms, not as good as you players."

The staff member muttered quietly.

Ning Pingle shook his head, took the paper from his hand, and said:

"It's just some special spell masters, and we're going to die too, and we're going to have heartache."

The staff member looked at him in surprise: "You have already died in the mountain and sea realm?" ”

"Well, I've died more than once or twice." He laughed and said, "It's not a good feeling that life is silently draining from the body." ”

The staff member patted him on the shoulder, made an encouraging gesture, and said:

"Come on, you have a better future than we do."

"Who knows?" Ning Pingle said.

He took out a pen from his pocket, a habit he had developed at work in his previous life.

You never know when the pen on your desk will be gone.

So one day, you will silently carry a pen in your pocket.

He used the paper given by the staff, rolled it up, made the flowers wrapped in A4 paper look more delicate, tied the lower corner with a rope that he found out of nowhere, and wrote a line of small letters on the side:

[Goodbye, scheming teacher, may you find the value of your existence in the world after death]

He stepped forward and placed the flower in a less noticeable corner.

The sorcerer's funeral also came to an end, and when the crowd began to disperse, Ning Pingle left with Ji Ziyang and Jian Youyue.

Passing around a corner, a sorcerer accidentally bumped into him.

"I'm sorry." The sorcerer said.

Ning Pingle nodded, unimpressed.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard the sorcerer indignantly say to another sorcerer:

"Lao Zhang's daughter still didn't come, alas, poor Lao Zhang was wise all his life, and when he died, he didn't even have a funeral relative."

"Alas, who says it's not, three years ago, the mountain wave invaded, Lao Zhang's wife was involved, and he couldn't save it, so he left an only daughter.

I thought she could come today, but as a result, I couldn't even see her, womb, womb! ”

Ning Pingle paused, and before he had time to listen, he heard Ji Ziyang waving at him from afar:

"Let's go, get in the car and get in the car."

Ning Pingle glanced back at the two spell masters, turned around and got into the car.

Halfway through the bus, Ning Pingle suddenly felt that something was wrong, groped up and down, patted his thigh, and said:

"It's broken, my pen is lost in the cemetery, master, let me get off here."

"It's just a pen, is it necessary to run back?"

"That pen is different." Ning Pingle said.

At this time, the driver had stopped the car, Ning Pingle opened the car door, and ran towards the cemetery quickly.

When I came to the cemetery, the sorcerer on the scene had already astigmatized.

The cemetery, which had been bustling with activity, was now so deserted.

He walked briskly in the direction he had just come out, and soon found a pen in a corner of the mausoleum that had fallen on the ground at some point.

He picked up the pen, breathed a sigh of relief, and when he raised his head, he subconsciously looked at Zhang Zichuan's clothed mound nearby.

"Well, why is there still anyone there?"

He vaguely saw a young girl in a white sunhat squatting in front of the grave, silently burning something.

He subconsciously took a step forward and vaguely saw the girl's side face, which seemed to be somewhat familiar.

She squatted on the ground and whispered:

"It's strange that wherever people stand, the flames blow and burn my face to avoid it......

Sometimes I wonder if there is a separation between life and death, and contact with you is taboo, so it hurts so much when I touch my face. ”

Ning Pingle paused, the footsteps attracted the girl's attention, she jumped up, and ran in front of Ning Pingle in a little panic, leaving only a back.

"That's ...... Teacher Zhang Zichuan's daughter? ”

Ning Pingle suddenly remembered the conversation between the sorcerers at the door before, and thought subconsciously.

He looked at Zhang Zichuan's tombstone, smiled and said:

"Teacher Zhang, it seems that your daughter is not as they say, she has no conscience."

Maybe she just wants to find a place to hide here and cry when no one is around?

Ning Pingle thought so.

……

……

In the distance, in the shadows, a figure silently looked at Ning Pingle.

"It's a pity, I thought someone had found the secret of immortality, but it turned out to be a posthumous curse.

But that guy ...... It's such a terrible spell, when did this kind of monster emerge in Tiandu? ”

A thought flashed through his mind: "Report to the organization, this place is about to become the center of the vortex." ”