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Chapter 51

【Location: Tiandu Cemetery】

Ning Pingle held the long knife in his arms with an extremely calm expression.

The mourning of the cemetery sounded quietly, and Zhang Zichuan's former colleagues passed by the tombstone and put a bouquet of flowers on the tomb.

Jiang Meng stood beside the trio, patted their shoulders and said:
"Go ahead and see him off for the last time."

Ji Ziyang spread his hands, folded a flower from the flower basket on the side, and placed it in front of the tombstone.

Jian Youyue is a little restless, there are too many people here, just standing here is very painful for her, she subconsciously looks at Ning Pingle, seeing him in a trance, she is a little disappointed and talks about Jiang Meng Clothes corner:
"Sister Meng, can you go with me?"

Jiang Meng nodded and led her to fetch two bouquets of flowers.

She was walking in front, while Jian Youyue carefully followed behind, pulling her sleeves.

After she put down the flowers and left in front of the tombstone, she finally breathed a sigh of relief and whispered:

"Teacher Zhang Zichuan has a good reputation at school, and the students like him very much."

Only then did Ning Pingle come back to his senses, nodded and said:
"I can tell."

After the Soul Blade incident, Jiang Meng, who was fully armed, came to the three of them, told them the inside story of the incident, and solemnly apologized to the three of them.

He didn't feel wronged too much. For such a controllable battle, there is nothing wrong with fighting a little bit.

The fact is that now he can clearly feel that under the stimulation of the battle, he is a little more comfortable using Xiangliu's spell power.

Although it will still cause huge waste and there is no way to finely control it, the power that can be erupted by the fists and feet wrapped in magic power seems to be pulled up a bit in an instant.

He didn't know how much higher it was.

The people present today are all conjurers.

In the eyes of ordinary people in Tiandu University, Teacher Zhang Zichuan had already been buried.

This is a funeral exclusively for fellow conjurers, but to be honest, Ning Pingle doesn't like such occasions very much.

Although he is not a resident of this world, he prefers happy funerals, singing, dancing and making noise, presumably those who leave can feel at ease.

The atmosphere at the scene was too dull.

Many conjurers looked at the tombstone silently, but their eyes were slightly distracted. Ning Pingle always felt that what they were looking at was not Zhang Zichuan, but someone else.

It may be their relatives, or their former partners.

Suddenly there was a flutter of wild birds in the distant forest, a group of unknown birds circled past the sky, and a feather quietly landed on his shoulder.

Ning Pingle sighed, went to take a flower from the flower basket, but felt that it was not good to send it like this.

He looked at a staff member and said:
"Do you have paper?"

The conjurer froze for a moment, scratched his head, took out a piece of paper from his clothes, and handed it over.

"???"

Where did this person hide the paper, didn't you see him using his mobile phone to open "Guild Way"?

"There is something in the sleeve, a small spell, the entry threshold can contain some non-living bodies, it is not as good as you players."

The worker muttered under his breath.

Ning Pingle shook his head, took the paper from his hand, and said:
"It's just some special magicians. We will die and our hearts will hurt."

The staff member looked at him in surprise: "Have you already died in the Mountain Sea Realm?"

"Well, I have died more than once or twice." He said with a smile, "It's not a good feeling to lose life silently from the body."

The staff member patted him on the shoulder, made an encouraging gesture, and said:
"Come on, you guys have a better future than us."

"Who knows?" Ning Pingle said.

He took out a signature pen from his pocket, which was also a habit he had developed when working in his previous life.

You never know when the rollerball on your desk might disappear.

So one day, you will silently prepare a pen in your pocket.

He used the paper given by the staff and rolled it up to make the flowers wrapped in A4 paper look more delicate. He tied the lower corner with a rope he didn't know where to find, and wrote a line of small words on the side:
【Goodbye, scheming teacher, may you find the value of your existence in the afterlife】

He stepped forward and put the flower in a corner that was not so noticeable.

The conjurer's funeral also came to an end. When the crowd started to leave, Ning Pingle left with Ji Ziyang and Jian Youyue.

When passing a corner, a conjurer accidentally bumped into him.

"Sorry," said the conjurer.

Ning Pingle nodded, not paying attention.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard the conjurer angrily say to another conjurer:
"Old Zhang's daughter still hasn't come. Alas, poor old Zhang lived a wise life, and when he died, he didn't even have a relative to attend the funeral."

"Hey, who's to say it's not, three years ago when the Shanhui invaded, Lao Zhang and his wife were involved, and he couldn't save him, so he left behind an only daughter.

I thought she could come today, but in the end, I couldn't even see her face, useless, useless! "

Ning Pingle paused for a moment, and before he could listen carefully, he heard Ji Ziyang waving at him from a distance:
"Let's go, get in the car and get in the car."

Ning Pingle looked back at the two conjurers, turned around and got into the car.

Halfway through the bus, Ning Pingle suddenly felt something was wrong, groped up and down, slapped his thigh, and said:
"It's broken, I lost my pen at the cemetery, master, let me get off here."

"It's just a pen. Is it necessary to go back?"

"That pen is different." Ning Pingle said.

At this time the driver had already stopped the car, Ning Pingle opened the door and ran towards the cemetery quickly.

When they arrived at the cemetery, the conjurer at the scene was already astigmatized.

The cemetery that was bustling just now is actually so deserted.

He quickly searched in the direction he came out just now, and soon in a corner of the mausoleum, he found the signature pen that fell to the ground at some point.

He picked up the pen, breathed a sigh of relief, and when he raised his head, he subconsciously looked at the tomb of Zhang Zichuan nearby.

"Well, why are people still there?"

He vaguely saw a girl in a white sun hat squatting in front of the grave silently burning something.

He subconsciously took a step forward, and vaguely saw the girl's side face, which seemed somewhat familiar.

She squatted on the ground and said in a low voice:

"It's very strange. Wherever people stand, the flames will blow there. It's so hot that I sideways avoid it...

Sometimes I wonder if life and death are separated, contact with you is taboo, so touching my face hurts so much. "

Ning Pingle paused for a moment, the footsteps caught the girl's attention, she jumped up suddenly, and ran past Ning Pingle in a panic, leaving only a back.

"That's... Teacher Zhang Zichuan's daughter?"

Ning Pingle suddenly remembered the conversation with the conjurer at the door, and thought subconsciously.

He looked at Zhang Zichuan's tombstone, smiled and said:
"Mr. Zhang, it seems that your daughter is not as conscientious as they said."

Maybe she just wanted to hide here and cry when no one was around?
Ning Pingle thought so.

……

……

In the distance, in the shadows, there was a figure silently looking at Ning Pingle.

"It's a pity, I thought someone had found the secret of immortality, but it turned out to be a posthumous curse.

But that guy... What a terrifying spell, when did such a monster appear in Tiandu? "

A thought flashed through his mind: "Report to the organization, this place is about to become the center of the vortex."

　Street diary:
　　[Story Tips]

　　Zhang Zichuan, who is good at spells - the curse of the soul of the sword, has tempered a deadly blade with sharp sharpness through accumulative honing and killing.

　　After death, the Soul Blade Horror Curse turned into an after-death curse, which was unprecedentedly strengthened.

　　After Zhang Zichuan was saved, the 【Post-Death Curse·Sword Soul Horror Curse】was precipitated and condensed into a long knife that was as transparent as ice crystals. Pingle, only Ning Pingle can give full play to the full power of this weapon that is close to the A-level spell.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)