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When Wang Ni and I returned to school, it was already starting to get dark. Before coming out, I had specifically checked on Lin Miaomiao, worried that she might not have anything to eat, but I didn't expect that takeout would be so convenient now.
Thanks to the efforts of everyone at the Execution Office, the fire in the teaching building had been extinguished for quite some time. The students who had been exorcised from the beginning were starting to regain their spirits; aside from a few with fractures, there were basically no major issues, and some students had already returned to school.
I received a text from Uncle Xing, which roughly indicated that Wang Ni and I needed to attend a meeting at the school's Sports Conference Room.
It was strange that such a big commotion hadn't affected the Sports Office at all; the old man guarding the entrance was even focused on listening to a storytelling session—specifically, Shan Tianfang's version of Water Margin.
In the conference room, aside from Jin not being present, Black and White Impermanence and Night and Day Wanderer were there. Additionally, Uncle Xing and Wenquxing had arrived, with Qing sitting nearby holding a computer, looking ready to take notes.
“Yin Zheng'an, you're the last one left. You can let Wang Ni go back first,” said Wenquxing.
With that order from Wenquxing, Wang Ni had no choice but to comply.
Seeing Wang Ni walk away, Qing obediently stood up and closed the door. At this moment, everyone's expressions changed.
“Yin Zheng'an, you start with the cause of the incident,” said Uncle Xing. “You were probably the first to encounter it.”
“Okay,” I replied.
“It was like this: I was originally practicing in the garden outside with Red Boy, but one of the girls injured her foot, so I took her to the school's infirmary.”
Since we were starting, I decided to begin with Weirdo Brother.
“Later, I found out that there were already people in the infirmary. At first, I thought it was just that student with appendicitis, but then I noticed that there was Evil Energy approaching that student's face. Afterward, I exorcised that student and sent them to the hospital.”
I paused to take a sip of water before continuing.
"They were possessed on the playground, so I went to check it out, but I didn't see anything unusual. I don't know why, but Lin Zhao suddenly had the students chase after me. Looking back now, it seems like someone was already causing trouble. Then a group of Invaders appeared out of nowhere and started biting our students. Those who were bitten became infected with Corpse Poison."
"Before long, there were no normal people left on the playground. Oh, I also rescued a Sister. After that, it was about helping with the evacuation, which you all know about. I had them go around the back wall of the school to the main entrance, and you checked that too."
"Wang Ni and I returned to the playground to detoxify all the students there, and then we took a break because we were too tired." I didn't intend to mention the Bodhi Patriarch incident as well.
"When I caught my breath, Red Boy and some other students still hadn't been detoxified, so I went to help Night Wanderer."
At this point, Night Wanderer nodded in acknowledgment that I had indeed gone.
"Then Red Boy somehow triggered True Fire. If it were just those few Corpses on the playground at that time, it wouldn't have been possible."
"That's right." Night Wanderer said: "After Yin Zheng'an sent Red Boy to the school gate, I arrived. Those Corpses were strange, but they definitely couldn't have forced Red Boy's True Fire out."
"Later on, those shadows abducted Wang Ni, and then Uncle Xing appeared. Wang Ni and I managed to deal with those Invaders together. Wang Ni initially just wanted to burn the Invaders' Corpse Poison but ended up setting the teaching building on fire as well."
"Are you saying their target was actually Wang Ni?" White Impermanence asked thoughtfully.
"Pretty much." I affirmed: "Wang Ni has a strange power about her—it's quite substantial; they must have been after that power."
"No, it shouldn't be power." White Impermanence analyzed: "That person used a very advanced Spell; his own cultivation level isn't low either, and power can't be taken away. There must be something else going on."
"By the way, Uncle Xing, weren't you chasing that person? Did you catch the Daoist?" I asked Uncle Xing.
"No," Uncle Xing's face turned red. "What I caught was also a corpse."
"The strategy of luring the tiger away from its mountain lair worked; the mastermind seems to have left without us noticing. It's as if our barrier had no effect on him at all," Wenquxing said.
"Uncle Xing, where exactly did you go this morning?" Uncle Xing had been unreachable all morning and only came back to clean up a mess.
"That person has come down," Uncle Xing gave Wenquxing a knowing glance. "Could it be aimed at that person?"
"Impossible," Wenquxing replied. "These things pose no threat to that person."
That person? Who are they referring to? It feels like a riddle.
"Alright, Yin Zheng'an, you can leave now. By the way, Meng Jiangnu is still on the playground."
"Okay."
It seems that Uncle Xing and the others want to discuss some confidential matters. Since they don't want me to listen, I should be sensible and leave quietly.
Stepping out of the conference room, I arrived at the playground, where the grass had long been scorched by Red Boy's fire. At this moment, there was a large pot set up on the playground, and someone was cooking something.
"What are you cooking?" As I approached, I saw it was Meng Jiangnu. She was sitting on the ground alone, hugging her knees and staring blankly at the boiling contents of the pot.
"Some herbs, and I added a drop of my past tears into them. These herbs can neutralize the effect of my tears, so it will only cause temporary amnesia."
"Are there any side effects?"
"No, just a bit bitter." Meng Jiangnu thought for a moment and added, "After drinking it, your body might feel a bit numb."
"Well, good medicine is bitter to the mouth but beneficial to the disease; this saying has been around for many years." I also sat down. "Has Wenquxing arranged everything for you?"
"He asked me to go to the cafeteria to serve soup; it's my old line of work."
Sweat! I couldn't help but wipe away a cold sweat. Wenquxing really thought this through—having Meng Po serve soup to the students? If the students found out, wouldn't they rebel? I was even tempted to catch Wenquxing for making soup.
"Are you going too?"
"What's wrong?" Meng Jiangnu asked in confusion. "Is that not allowed?"
"That's not it; it's just..." Forget it, it seems I don't have much to oppose.
"Just what?" Meng Jiangnu pressed.
The night gradually grew colder, and Meng Jiangnu hugged her legs tighter.
"Having stayed at the Bridge of Helplessness for so many years, what kind of people haven't I seen? How many nobles and high-ranking officials have come and gone? After drinking a bowl of soup, they forget everything. What does it matter if something was deeply felt? It's all just fleeting moments."
"Everyone knows how terrifying the Bridge of Helplessness is, how eerie it can be, but who knows that the Bridge of Helplessness is actually just cold and piercing."
In the Underworld, there is neither rain nor wind. So it is not the people who are cold, but their hearts.
"I originally wanted to wait for that person on the bridge, but I have waited for so many years."
On that infamous bridge known for its eerie terror, there stands an unchanging figure. She offers a bowl of Hot Soup to passersby, and then they forget their past, remove their reluctant gazes, and leave behind their unwilling shadows to start anew happily.
However, that figure remains there. Who knows how many joys and sorrows she has witnessed on the bridge, how much unending sorrow she has hidden?
That year, that person left with a smile, vowing to return and lift the thin Red Veil.
That year, that person searched everywhere for Mountain Flower romance, hoping to find the unfinished Sweet Nothings from back then.
But unexpectedly, all they found was a Corpse.
But unexpectedly, from then on, they were forever separated.
That night, that person leaned against the wall in pain; that night, a section of the Great Wall collapsed.
From then on, to cross the bridge, one must first drink the soup.
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