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Grandma Jiang's words were like a bright lamp, reigniting hope in the darkness.
Xiao Juan had initially shown despair, but at that moment, Grandma Jiang's tone indicated a shift.
A hint of color returned to her hopeless face, filled with hope. Without hesitation, she grasped Grandma Jiang's hand and exclaimed excitedly, "Grandma, does that mean you agree to save Lin Hao?"
"What do you want me to do? Agree or not?" Grandma Jiang replied, her eyes filled with tears.
"Agree! Xiao Juan wants you to agree," Xiao Juan pleaded again through her tears.
Hearing this, Grandma Jiang sighed helplessly, "Aren't you afraid of death? Don't you want to live?"
Xiao Juan shook her head, looking at Grandma Jiang with a hint of pain on her face. "I'm afraid. Who in this world isn't afraid of death? I want to live; I can't bear to part with you."
"Even at this moment, you're still thinking about him," Grandma Jiang said with bitterness.
Undeniably, Xiao Juan nodded deeply, tears streaming down her face. But in the next moment, her expression regained its determination.
Her voice remained firm as she said, "As I just mentioned, if Lin Hao dies, it will be because of me. As the instigator, how can I live comfortably and happily without him? Without him, happiness is meaningless."
"My dear granddaughter, you're too fixated on the present. Why not think more about the future? Perhaps with time, you'll forget," Grandma Jiang tried to sway Xiao Juan from her resolute decision.
But Xiao Juan lightly laughed and shook her head. "The future..."
"I can't predict what the future holds, but I know I can't move past this moment," she continued.
With that, she knelt down again and deeply bowed her head to Grandma Jiang.
Grandma Jiang quickly reached out to support her and said with some frustration, "What are you doing now?"
"I'm begging you to help me. Please don't let your granddaughter live a life worse than death." Their eyes met, and Xiao Juan's words pierced Grandma Jiang's heart like sharp blades.
"Better to be dead than alive."
These four words struck Grandma Jiang's heart fiercely, causing her to tremble all over. She looked at Xiao Juan, her voice trembling as she said, "If I were to lose you, my granddaughter, wouldn't that be worse than death?"
"Grandma, oh..."
Grandma Jiang's words made Xiao Juan choke up instantly. How could she not understand Grandma Jiang's pain? How could she not know the depth of Grandma Jiang's affection for her?
If it were truly as Grandma Jiang said, saving Lin Hao would mean sacrificing herself. Moreover, this was something that Grandma Jiang would have to do herself, which was indeed a cruel thing for her.
But she had no choice; some things, once begun, must reach their conclusion.
And that conclusion was to sacrifice her own life to save Lin Hao's as a form of compensation.
She wiped her tears away as she knelt before Grandma Jiang and pleaded, "Grandma, please forgive your granddaughter's selfishness. I beg you to agree to save Lin Hao's life."
"Very well."
Hearing Xiao Juan's desperate plea, Grandma Jiang felt a pang of compassion. After a long moment, she sighed softly, closed her eyes briefly, then slowly opened them again and said weakly, "I will agree."
However, after those words left her lips, Grandma Jiang seemed to age even more in an instant.
Xiao Juan shuddered; tears streamed down her face, but she couldn't help but laugh out loud—perhaps out of excitement that Grandma Jiang had finally agreed.
Yet at that moment, her heart ached even more. A mix of emotions overwhelmed her; it was indescribable.
Especially when she saw Grandma Jiang's face appear so much older in an instant; that feeling intensified.
"Let's go. He should be at Mao Guoxue's place now. We should hurry; otherwise, I might truly be unable to help," Grandma Jiang said after agreeing. She released Xiao Juan's hand and spoke weakly again while leaning on her cane. Then she walked straight out, her steps unsteady.
The frail figure of the elderly woman seemed so lonely that it tugged at the heartstrings.
Xiao Juan stood there in a daze, staring at that silhouette as tears uncontrollably streamed down her cheeks once more.
Heartache, an inexplicable pain.
But soon she had to hide that heart-wrenching sorrow, wiping away her tears and quickly dressing before getting out of bed to follow Grandma Jiang's footsteps forward.
At Upper Clear Academy, Lin Hao lay in bed, having fallen into a coma again after the Two-Headed Centipede crawled out of him, and his breath was growing weaker by the moment.
His heartbeat was gradually fading, plunging the entire Upper Clear Academy into unprecedented chaos.
The source of this chaos was Mu Yan.
However, it was hard to blame her. She had held onto great hope, silently waiting through the night, enduring as she kept vigil by Lin Hao's bedside.
Until today, like waiting for the stars and moon to appear, she finally saw Mao Guoxue arrive, bringing hope for Lin Hao's awakening and recovery.
But while the Gu Worm had been expelled, that brief moment of reaction was followed by a heavy blow—an irreparable loss.
As his breath grew weaker, Mao Guoxue shook his head, effectively declaring him dead.
How could Mu Yan bear this? How could she remain as quiet and silent as before?
Ghostly Energy surged forth from her body uncontrollably.
That Ghostly Energy spread through the room, enveloping both the room and Upper Clear Academy in a dim haze. The temperature plummeted sharply, becoming chillingly cold.
This was unacceptable.
Among the students at Upper Clear Academy were those with some abilities who quickly identified the source and gathered around the outside of the room.
If it weren't for Mao Shiba going out to inform them that Mao Guoxue was inside and warning them, they might have rushed in by now.
Even so, they still all congregated outside the room.
In the room, Mao Guoxue had a grim expression as he worked hard to soothe Mu Yan.
Although he was not afraid of Mu Yan, he did not want the appearance of a Ghost King at Upper Clear Academy to cause panic, nor did he want to take action against Mu Yan.
Mao Shiba wore a complex expression, silently watching Lin Hao, who lay on the bed, barely clinging to life. He remained silent, unaware of what Dao Heart was thinking.
On the other side, Mingyue stood with a dazed look. She seemed to have lost her earlier cold demeanor; instead of her usual pride, she appeared like a small woman, tears streaming down her face.
Drop by drop, like pear blossoms in the rain, it was heartbreaking.
She was a strong woman, but ultimately she was still just a woman. There were times when she would break down and moments when she could no longer bear it, unable to find her strength.
At that moment, Mingyue was just like that.
Her gaze was fixed on Lin Hao lying on the bed. Though her heart was filled with countless words, she did not know how to express them.
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