The cool breeze of the moonlit night blew through Yuan Yuxue's soft black hair, like a final farewell.
Yuan Yuxue turned around and could no longer see any ghosts. At a glance, the corridor was brightly lit, and the continuous sea of fire and the rolling flames had all disappeared. The teaching building was very quiet, the curtains in the room were quietly draped, and the incandescent lamps also emitted a faint light. Even though it still looked a little gloomy, it was much calmer than the fire that had torn the corridor apart before.
It was as if those flames rooted in memory were all dreams.
Fang Siwen circled around Yuan Yuxue, and only heaved a sigh of relief after making sure she had no obvious injuries. He glanced suspiciously behind him, "Um, Deng Shushu..."
Yuan Yuxue paused for a moment, "She won't appear again."
It seems that Yuan Yuxue was not deceived, which is a good thing.
Although it was not obvious, the other people still showed relieved expressions. If they still had a ghost as a classmate around them, it would be a real test of their acting skills. For a moment, the air was filled with a relaxed atmosphere of "the mission is finally completed, fortunately everything is safe and sound."
Yuan Yuxue is not a talkative person.
Even when he was brought to a military court and faced the serious crime of treason and was about to be destroyed, Yuan Yuxue remained silent as if he had no language function, as if he was born without the ability to defend himself.
But at this time Yuan Yuxue suddenly spoke.
"She didn't lie."
The others were slightly stunned and hadn't yet realized who Yuan Yuxue was talking about.
Yuan Yuxue's expression remained calm. In the cold night, he narrated Deng Shushu's life story very clearly, from when she was alive till when she died. Of course, he omitted the part about the deal with the consciousness of the copy. He just said that Deng Shushu was unable to free herself. She was trapped on the day of her death and experienced countless painful experiences of suffocation from smoke or being burned to death.
The only way to escape from this fate is to have someone take her away from the place where she died. She approaches humans only because she hopes that they can help her end the nightmare of reincarnation.
Deng Shushu’s death was real, and her cry for help was also real.
No lie.
Even though Deng Shushu no longer needed it, or perhaps didn't care, Yuan Yuxue also did the final job of clearing her name.
When Yuan Yuxue mentioned that Deng Shushu had actually experienced countless such deaths, the expressions of the others had changed from slight astonishment to... an indescribable expression.
Xiaoyun was even more stunned. She suddenly remembered the pen that was taken away by Deng Shushu in the library that day.
If Deng Shushu was a ghost, how could she not see through the old man's identity
At that time, she thought that Deng Shushu's impulsiveness allowed her to escape unexpectedly, and she felt guilty, but she never thought that... this might not be an accident.
When she discovered Deng Shushu's identity as a ghost, the first thing she thought was that she was not of the same race, so her heart must be different. A ghost hiding his identity lurking around them, of course, was to harm them.
But if that was true, then how did I, who was in a separate group with Deng Shushu and discovered her "secret", escape unharmed and even tell others the news
Xiaoyun's face was slightly pale, and her feet were a little weak. She lowered her head and turned on her phone. After unlocking it, the interface was still on the album part - the death file she had taken. Deng Shushu's voice and smile were in front of her. The girl with short hair was wearing a refreshing white shirt and was smiling shyly at the camera. Xiaoyun silently brushed her fingertips over her photo, and suddenly whispered: "... I'm sorry, I didn't believe you and couldn't save you."