Ten Thousand Soul Banner: Deceased, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?
Chapter 234 Must Be Happy

Chapter 234: Chapter 234 Must Be Happy

Seeing Wu Menglin’s malicious expression, Zhao Xuerong, lying on the bed, suddenly sat up.

With a distressed look, she said, "Do you really want me dead?"

When Wu Menglin saw Zhao Xuerong was still alive, she wasn’t scared. Instead, her angry, twisted face suddenly took on a spring-breeze-like smile.

With a face full of surprise, she grabbed Zhao Xuerong’s hand and said, "Xuerong, you aren’t dead? That’s truly wonderful, truly wonderful..."

Her excited appearance didn’t seem like a pretense at all.

"You don’t want me dead?" Zhao Xuerong looked at Wu Menglin and spoke slowly, word by word.

"Of course I don’t want you dead. Although you are stupid and annoying, you are my best friend. Of course I don’t want you dead, Xuerong, we are the best of friends..."

Hearing this, Zhao Xuerong’s expression was complex, and for a moment, she couldn’t tell if Wu Menglin was sincere or feigning her emotions.

Indeed, Wu Menglin was right, I really am both stupid and foolish. Even now, I still haven’t figured out what kind of person my best friend truly is.

"So my death has nothing to do with you, right?" Zhao Xuerong pressed.

Her tone carried a touch of apprehension; most of her beautiful memories involved Wu Menglin, so she truly didn’t want her death to be related to her.

Hearing this, Wu Menglin suddenly burst into hysterical laughter: "Of course it’s related! I killed you, haha, I chopped at your neck, killed you, you fool, you don’t deserve to have a head..."

"I killed you... sob, sob... Xuerong... Xuerong..."

Wu Menglin cried again, torn between love and hate for Zhao Xuerong.

But Zhao Xuerong knew that the murderer shouldn’t be Wu Menglin.

Because in a dream, people lack rationality, thus losing their restraint, so there are no lies in dreams.

If her death was really related to Wu Menglin, then asking this question would be like throwing a stone into a lake, creating ripples.

These ripples in Wu Menglin’s dream would evoke the deepest memories in her heart, and then reflect them within the dream.

But it seemed that although Wu Menglin cried out about killing her, those words were probably just said in anger; the murderer wasn’t her.

Looking at Wu Menglin, who appeared almost manic, Zhao Xuerong just couldn’t bring herself to hate her.

Perhaps she was really mistaken, too presumptive, too self-centered, never considering Wu Menglin’s feelings.

Then, she opened her arms and hugged Wu Menglin.

Wu Menglin, being embraced, was extremely quiet in Zhao Xuerong’s arms, and the two of them just quietly held each other.

Zhao Xuerong whispered in Wu Menglin’s ear: "Menglin, I’m sorry, please live well and be happy."

Then she withdrew from Wu Menglin’s dream.

...

"Zhao Xuerong." Wu Menglin exclaimed with a start, awakening from the dream.

She wiped the tears from the corner of her eye.

Her voice woke the man beside her.

"What time is it?" the man asked groggily.

Having regained her composure, Wu Menglin kicked the man out of the bed, "Get out, get off my bed and out of my house."

"Are you insane?" The still dazed man was somewhat confused.

But he didn’t dare linger. He picked up his clothes from the ground, hurriedly dressed, and walked out without daring to delay.

Any false accusation from this woman claiming he forced her, and he, as a man, wouldn’t be able to clear his name in this situation.

After hearing the sound of the man closing the door, Wu Menglin, her head covered by a blanket, started sobbing quietly.

"Zhao Xuerong, you really should be dead..."

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"Did she kill you?" Xiao Yue asked Zhao Xuerong.

"No," Zhao Xuerong replied somberly.

"Then why aren’t you happy?" Xiao Yue was puzzled.

"Because... because... she is my best friend..." Zhao Xuerong said with some choking.

"I really don’t understand you all. So, where do we go now?"

Zhao Xuerong wiped her tears, regaining her composure.

"Let’s go to the school."

"Aren’t you going home?" Xiao Yue asked somewhat curiously.

Then she realized her words might have been ambiguous, and added, "Aren’t you going to see your parents?"

"Let’s talk about it later," Zhao Xuerong replied.

Although she preached grand principles in front of Shen Siyuan, it was because she lacked the power for revenge, but now that Shen Siyuan was willing to help her, how could she be content?

Soon, the two arrived at the school.

However, standing at the school gate, Xiao Yue was reluctant to go in.

For her, the school was not a pleasant place.

"You go in, I’ll wait for you here."

Xiao Yue paced back and forth at the school gate, glancing into the school from time to time, unwilling to go inside.

It was almost time for school to end, the school’s main gate was already open, two security guards holding riot shields and riot forks stood on either side, like guardian deities.

Additionally, in the open area in front of the gate, there were many parents waiting to pick up their children.

"I’ll just be a moment; wait here for me."

Zhao Xuerong didn’t try to persuade further, just left a message and then went into the campus.

And just a short while after she went in, she saw an elderly man with white hair, hands behind his back, slowly saunter out.

Upon seeing Xiao Yue, he seemed a bit surprised and also a bit delighted, as if he recognized Xiao Yue.

Xiao Yue also saw him; noticing he didn’t bear the three fires on his shoulder, she knew he was a ghost rather than a living person.

But seeing his expression, which seemed to recognize her, she felt it strange, as she didn’t know the old man in front of her.

"It’s almost time for school to end, don’t stand in front of the school gate, to avoid being bumped into," the elderly man kindly advised.

"Do you know me?" Xiao Yue asked curiously.

"The student Yin Xingyue from class three of fifth grade, right? Oh, no, it should be class three of sixth grade..." the elderly man cheerfully said.

Indeed, he recognized Yin Xingyue.

"Who are you?" Xiao Yue asked, somewhat surprised.

"I used to be the principal of this school," the former principal replied.

Hearing this, Xiao Yue suddenly understood, uttered an "oh," and turned to the side.

She didn’t like this school and naturally didn’t like the school’s principal either.

The former principal didn’t mind and followed Xiao Yue to the side.

"Why are you following me?" Xiao Yue turned and asked.

"Since you’re here at the school, why not go in and take a look?" the former principal suggested.

Hearing this, Xiao Yue silently looked at him and did not respond.

The former principal didn’t get angry, but took the initiative to ask, "Do you not like this school?"

Xiao Yue nodded and openly admitted it.

"Actually, I don’t like it much either," the former principal said.

Xiao Yue was surprised; he was the principal, why would he not like it?

"I used to like it a lot, after all, I dedicated my life to this school, but then I gradually began to dislike it and seldom came here," the former principal slowly began.

"Why?" Xiao Yue asked curiously.

"It’s just that human nature is too complex. Even a school is not a pure land, there are too many indecent affairs, and I got tired of coming here," the former principal said with a hint of disappointment in his tone.

Advanced, excellent teachers, professional titles, everyone was like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their Divine Skills, all sorts of scheming.

Wouldn’t it be better to focus that energy on enhancing the quality of education?

If they could pay more attention to the students, tragedies like what happened to Xiao Yue wouldn’t occur.

At that moment, the bell signaling the end of classes rang, and students flooded out of the school like a tide.