Chapter 246: Tears Wetting Pear Blossoms

Regarding what would happen after his death, Ning Zhe actually had psychological expectations.

After harnessing Jueyuan, Ning Zhe successively branded the two ghosts in his body with the thought steel seal of 'I am Ning Zhe.' That is to say, now whether it was Taiyi or Zhaoyou, they both considered themselves to be Ning Zhe.

Jueyuan considered itself to be Yu Zi Qian, and at the same time, it was also branded by Ning Zhe with the thought steel seal of 'Ning Zhe is Yu Zi Qian.'

That is to say, if Ning Zhe were killed, while the world would lose a Gridder named Ning Zhe, it would gain three ghosts that inherited all of Ning Zhe's memories, possessed self-awareness, and had thinking abilities—true ghosts.

After Ning Zhe died, Taiyi, which inherited all his memories and self-cognition, would no longer wander around aimlessly as it once did, but would think and act in the identity of Ning Zhe, bringing nightmares to this world.

Zhaoyou and Jueyuan were the same.

Rigid rule logic versus ghosts possessing self-awareness—the terror level of the two concepts was completely different. The danger of the latter was a hundred times that of the former.

For example, when in He Family Village, Zhaoyou's almanac hung there. Anyone who wanted to see it could open it and look. The Serpent God wouldn't stop them, nor would it intentionally induce others to violate taboos. The Serpent God was fair.

But once the Serpent God possessed Ning Zhe's memories and self-awareness...

That would be a horror story.

Ning Zhe would come to kill Lan Shiwen while alive, and the ghost that inherited his will after Ning Zhe died would still pursue and kill Lan Shiwen endlessly. Human power had its limits, but the strange had no end. Lan Shiwen fell into despair in this endless cycle of death and finally decided... to make concessions.

"After I was killed by Lan Shiwen, Jueyuan was macro-unfolded. Jueyuan, which considered itself to be Ning Zhe, inherited all my memories. It would continue to think and act according to my way of thinking. So when Lan Shiwen regretted it, Jueyuan branded him with a thought steel seal."

Branding Lan Shiwen with the thought steel seal of 'I must let Ning Zhe live' was undoubtedly in Ning Zhe's interest.

Jueyuan, which considered itself to be Ning Zhe, also reached the same conclusion and made the same choice as Ning Zhe.

"It seems we are now grasshoppers tied to the same rope." Ning Zhe looked at Lan Shiwen and said with a smile.

The so-called 【Death Return】 refers to the fact that after the person holding the ability triggers death, the time of the entire world will automatically backtrack and restore to the state before death. Except for the returner themselves, everyone's memories will be reset along with the backtracking of the world and will not be retained.

—Other people's memories are not retained, which means the returner's memories are retained.

The thought steel seal branded in Lan Shiwen's mind is also retained.

After all, so-called 'thought' is memory.

"Frankly speaking, I don't want to be tied to the same rope as you." Lan Shiwen said with a cold face as he pushed the door and got out of the car: "I will provide you with help as much as I can, but I want to remind you, don't involve my family in matters between Gridders. I'm going home to eat now."

"Of course, then I won't continue to disturb you." Ning Zhe agreed happily without any bargaining, so as not to stimulate him again.

This guy's spirit, dying all day long, had long since become abnormal. His usual gentleness was just an act; Lan Shiwen had actually gone crazy long ago.

Ning Zhe never trusted people; he only trusted ghosts. Lan Shiwen, who had been branded with a thought steel seal, was clearly worthy of a certain degree of trust from him.

11:30 AM. Lan Shiwen returned home.

Changing into slippers, walking into the living room, An Xiaoyu, who was scrolling through Douyin at the dining table, put down her phone and stood up, coming to Lan Shiwen with a worried face: "Xiao Lan, what's wrong? You look so pale, did you encounter something..."

Before she could finish speaking, Lan Shiwen hugged her.

"Er... Xiao Lan?"

"Don't talk, let me hug you for a while." Lan Shiwen hugged An Xiaoyu's shoulders tightly, burying his whole face in her neck.

"Hm? Of course, that's fine." An Xiaoyu also hugged Lan Shiwen, her palms gently stroking his trembling spine.

After separating from Lan Shiwen, Ning Zhe went to the Yunzhou Municipal Hospital to visit Bai Zhi, who was paralyzed in bed due to a car accident.

Visiting Bai Zhi was just incidental. Ning Zhe's main purpose for coming here was to complement Feng Yushu with a thought steel seal—the seal previously branded in the aunt's thoughts was branded by the 'God Who Cannot Be Looked Directly At' copied by Taiyi. The influence of false rules would gradually fade with the passage of time, not as absolute and extreme as a real ghost. It was necessary to use Jueyuan to complement another one.

Outside Bai Zhi's ward, Ning Zhe saw Feng Yushu wearing a black gauze dress. A shallow layer of light gauze wrapped around her plump figure, and a snow-white pear blossom was pinned to her coiled hair. Her eye sockets were slightly red and swollen, as if she had just cried. The haggardness of her expression and the faint sorrow lingering between her brows could not be hidden even with makeup.

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The aunt's appearance of pear blossoms in the rain was still very beautiful, but her mood was not very beautiful. The sorrow between her brows and her slightly pursed pink lips added a touch of pitiful sadness to her, like the finishing touch of a dragon, making the whole painting come alive.

Why else would they say that if you want to be pretty, wear mourning clothes?

Feng Yushu stood at the door of the ward, lowering her head and wiping her tears, not noticing a figure walking toward her stop silently not far from her side. Ning Zhe lowered his eyes and watched her silently without making a sound.

Wearing a mourning black dress, she was like a beautiful porcelain with cracks. Her soft body exuded a charm called brokenness, stirring the hidden desire for destruction in people's hearts. Nameless flames were restless, wanting to trample, wanting to bully, wanting to destroy her weak self into pieces.

Ning Zhe pressed his temples and said softly: "Aunt, can you share a tissue with me?"

"Okay... Hm?" Feng Yushu was stunned for a moment, then looked up abruptly, seeing Ning Zhe's gentle smiling face: "Ning Zhe?"

Ning Zhe smiled without speaking, took one from the tissue pack in Feng Yushu's hand, and wiped the tears from the tip of her nose: "So sad, your makeup is all ruined from crying."

"I, I can do it myself..." Feng Yushu whispered embarrassedly. Although she said so, the two hands hanging in front of her didn't raise at all, as if she were a child cooperating with her mother to wash her face, letting Ning Zhe wipe away the warm tear stains and ruined makeup on her face.

Feng Yushu didn't like using waterproof makeup, worrying it wasn't good for her skin. Ning Zhe remembered this point.

Throwing the wet paper ball into the trash can on the side of the corridor, Ning Zhe turned to look into the ward. He saw smooth black hair spread out on the snow-white bed sheet. The girl's thin body was lying flat on the hospital bed, with her head buried in the pillow.

"Ning Zhe, Zhi, she..." Feng Yushu opened her mouth, wanting to speak but stopping, wanting to speak again, her dejected voice becoming much smaller: "The doctor said her spine was damaged, and she is paralyzed from the waist down. She might have to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of her life... I, I don't know what to do..."

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