Куры и собаки летают в хаосе и возрождении

Глава 62

Hu Rongrong's expression immediately changed. Although she didn't know what "raising corpses" meant, the mere mention of those two words was enough to send chills down her spine.

“The fact that Luo Shimin’s body can still move means that she doesn’t want to leave at all. She has lost her physical functions, but her thoughts, or rather her soul, are still there. As long as we keep her body from decaying, she can continue to live in this world,” Xia Chen said.

"Are you crazy?" Hu Rongrong exclaimed. "This defies science! Don't you have any medical common sense? She's dead, her heart stopped, do you understand? The heart is like an engine; if the engine stops, how can you expect the body to move?"

Under the sunlight, Xia Chen smiled slightly, his smile filled with an air of wickedness.

"The Taoist priests of Maoshan have a kind of magic that can keep the dead alive without them breathing. You know there's a strange phenomenon in western Hunan called 'corpse driving'? I know a way that, as long as her body doesn't decompose, she can live in this world forever."

Hu Rongrong couldn't help but shudder. She stared at the person before her in astonishment, as if she were seeing him for the first time. In her eyes, he resembled a legendary demon. Hu Rongrong would never have imagined that Xia Chen's strange idea was so intricately connected to the "Nuwa Project." She also had no idea that Xia Chen's secret formula for raising corpses was actually an ancestral inheritance.

"Are you crazy?" Hu Rongrong murmured.

Xia Chen shook his head, then suddenly clenched his fist resolutely.

"I'm willing to try anything to keep Luo Shimin alive!"

Suddenly, Xia Chen grabbed Hu Rongrong's arm.

“Come on, follow me, we’re going to find Luo Shimin,” Xia Chen said.

Before Hu Rongrong could react, Xia Chen dragged her away into the distance. A breeze blew across the lake, and a pair of sharp eyes were watching them from under the shade of a tree.

Luo Shimin seemed to have completely vanished. After searching for her all day, the two returned to their respective dormitories. Hu Rongrong curled up in a chair, looking at Luo Shimin's photo, large tears rolling down her cheeks.

Meanwhile, in the boys' dormitory, Xia Chen sat at his desk and opened the mysterious diary once again. As he tried to find Luo Shimin's whereabouts in the diary, he was surprised to find that the blank spaces at the back of the diary were densely filled with writing.

"June 1st, June 1st, June 1st."

With only this one date repeating over and over again, was the diary's owner trying to tell him something? Or was someone deliberately trying to lead him astray? Xia Chen clearly remembered that this diary had never left his side, and there was absolutely no record of June 1st in it before. Could it be... could it be someone from another dimension manipulating things?

Xia Chen felt a chill run down his spine and immediately rolled over.

"I don't know why, but I started to feel sorry for Xia Chen. Watching him search for Luo Shimin like a madman, I didn't know if I should tell him the secret. Actually, everything here is an illusion. Maybe only when Xia Chen discovers that secret will he be able to completely escape the torment of fate? He's such a pitiful wretch. He'll never know how much of a blow it will be to him when that secret is revealed. It's just a pity for Luo Shimin. Luo Shimin died at Xia Chen's hands."

Upon reading this, Xia Chen broke out in a cold sweat. Luo Shimin died at his hands? What did this mean? Xia Chen continued reading.

"Why do all the people connected to 'it' have to die? Tang Ying is dead, Xiao Rou is dead, Luo Shimin is dead, and in the future, Li Xiao and Xia Chen will also die. 'It' is too terrifying; everyone's fate is intertwined with 'it.' I am powerless in the face of all this. Xia Chen, good luck. I hope that when you see the old man, you will still remember what I wrote today. Remember, if you see the old man, don't force him to his death. Because you will regret it."

What does it mean exactly?

Is Luo Shimin alive or dead?

Suddenly, the dormitory door opened, and Xia Chen turned around to see Luo Shimin standing at the door.

"Luo Shimin?" Xia Chen murmured.

Luo Shimin smiled slightly at him, then suddenly, her appearance abruptly dissipated. Her body scattered into the air like smoke. Xia Chen was shocked. Was Luo Shimin really gone? How could that be?

With his head bowed, Xia Chen noticed a line written in the diary: "Luo Shimin was unwilling to let his soul be used by him, so she let her soul scatter. Without her soul, she completely disappeared from this world. I admire her courage; she truly loved Xia Chen, which is why she wouldn't do anything to hurt Ye Cheng. No matter how the old man used her soul, she was just resisting. For Xia Chen, she was willing to let her soul scatter."

Upon seeing these words, Xia Chen's heart broke.

Just then, his phone rang. It was Hu Rongrong calling. Luo Shimin's memorial service would be held tomorrow, and everyone had already made the arrangements.

009 Memories

May 23rd.

Luo Shimin's remaining body, from the chest up, lay in the crystal coffin. Xia Chen thoughtfully filled the coffin with flower petals. They were Luo Shimin's favorite cherry blossom petals. He spent the entire morning collecting a large number of cherry blossom petals, soaking them in water to clean them, and then placing them in the coffin.

Lying in the coffin, Luo Shimin's face was frighteningly pale. In the past, Luo Shimin was always worried about getting a tan, so she would apply sunscreen every day before going out. Now, Luo Shimin no longer has to worry about this problem.

No matter what Luo Shimin looked like, she was still beautiful in Xia Chen's eyes. He had been staring at the body in the crystal coffin for half an hour. The funeral was over, and Luo Shimin should have been cremated, but no one dared to disturb Xia Chen.

He gazed at her so intently, so mesmerized. Let him look at her one more time, for in the future, her beautiful face would only remain in his memory.

He smiled as he looked at her, as if she were not dead but merely asleep. Her once rosy lips and her high nose were deeply imprinted in his memory.

If time didn't have to pass, he would sit here with her forever. He worried that she was afraid of being alone, and he also worried that she was afraid of parting. He wanted to sit here with her, to give her a sense of security so she wouldn't be lonely.

If only she could wake up! He would never again think that watching cherry blossoms was a pretentious thing. If she were still alive, he would spend another good time with her watching the cherry blossoms. He missed her shadow under the cherry blossom tree; as the wind blew and the cherry blossoms fell, she was the most beautiful scenery in the rain of petals.

Xia Chen's gaze swept across Luo Shimin's face again and again, knowing that every glance was precious. He could only memorize every detail of her, and in the years to come, he would cherish those memories forever.

He will not forget her; he can never forget her.

He even wished he could carry her away right now; as long as she was by his side, he would rather have nothing else.

Suddenly, a hand landed on Xia Chen's shoulder.

"Xia Chen." Hu Rongrong's voice came from behind.

Xia Chen did not turn his head away, because his eyes could not leave Luo Shimin for a moment.

Hu Rongrong felt a surge of bitterness, and tears streamed down her face. She covered her mouth in grief and indignation, biting her lip hard, afraid she would burst into tears.

After a long while, Hu Rongrong said in a trembling voice, "Xia Chen, it's getting late."

Xia Chen's shoulders trembled suddenly, and he instinctively hugged Luo Shimin's coffin without thinking. Li Xiao, who was standing to the side, was already in tears, and she couldn't hold back any longer and burst into tears.

As she cried, Hu Rongrong also burst into tears. Between sobs, Hu Rongrong said, "Xia Chen, if you really care about her, tell her to go quickly. How painful it is for her to see you like this in the other world! She's watching us right now, how heartbroken she is by what you're doing! Xia Chen, I hate you!"

Hu Rongrong suddenly gritted her teeth and said, "Xia Chen, I hate you! Why didn't you love Xiaomin properly when she was alive? Now that she's gone, you only remember her. You're so wicked, so cruel!"

Xia Chen kept his eyes tightly closed. He was too stupid to know how to cherish Luo Shimin properly.

Hu Rongrong turned away, covered her face, and burst into tears. Xia Chen opened his eyes, staring blankly at Luo Shimin. Today was their final farewell; her shadow would be completely gone from his world.

Why didn't he cherish every moment they spent together back then? Why wait until now to regret it?

Xia Chen felt as if his heart was being torn apart. He suddenly clenched his fist, but instead of smashing it against the crystal coffin, he held it tightly as if he would beat the real culprit into a pulp once he found him.

At this moment, the priest who was presiding over the funeral came over and nodded to Xia Chen.

“The time has come,” the priest said, his voice trembling.

No wonder the priest was afraid. Over a hundred people attended Luo Shimin's funeral. All were dressed in black suits, black ties, and black sunglasses, and each face wore an expression of anger. They were all Luo Xie's men, yet Luo Xie himself had not attended his sister's funeral.

He loved his younger sister dearly, and he couldn't bear to face Luo Shimin's death. When news of Luo Shimin's death reached him, Luo Xie couldn't believe it; he nearly fainted. Afterward, he took his knife and left, supposedly to avenge Luo Shimin.

The priest had been a priest for many years, and he didn't want the church to be torn down by these gangsters, nor did he want to be torn down by them. So, after completing all the procedures, the priest waited quietly to the side. Only when a leader came and asked the priest to come over and urge him did the priest cautiously approach. He was terrified that if he said the wrong thing, these men in black clothes and black shoes would kill him.

Xia Chen gritted his teeth and collapsed onto the crystal coffin, Luo Shimin's pale face facing him. Xia Chen smiled, a slight smile. His smile held no sorrow, but was filled with warmth.

Looking at Luo Shimin lying in the coffin, Xia Chen smiled and gently placed a lip print on the coffin where his lips should have been. He seemed to have kissed her delicate lips; they were soft and warm.

Hu Rongrong burst into tears behind him, while Xia Chen gently placed his hand on the crystal coffin where Luo Shimin's face was. He stroked the crystal coffin as if he were gently stroking Luo Shimin's face.

He smiled gently at her, as if they had reunited under the cherry blossom tree. He gently stroked her face, and at that moment, he smiled with great happiness.

As Li Xiao walked out of Luo Shimin's mourning hall, she quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. Ye Cheng saw all of this and handed Li Xiao a pack of tissues.

"Thank you," Li Xiao said, her voice slightly choked with emotion.

Ye Cheng looked back; the church appeared sacred and solemn in the twilight. God sent angels to take Luo Shimin away; God is with us.

Ye Cheng didn't believe in God, but he believed that the most painful thing in the world was the separation of life and death. When he saw Xia Chen and Luo Shimin's final farewell, even this tough guy couldn't help but feel sad, as if he were being cut by a knife.

"Little Ye Ye." Li Xiao said while wiping away her tears with a tissue, "Xia Chen is so heartbroken. He didn't shed a single tear, yet his smile was so painful. If Luo Shimin were alive and saw Xia Chen like that, she would definitely feel heartbroken too."

"Alright, that's all in the past, let's not think about it anymore," Ye Cheng said.

Li Xiao immediately rolled her eyes at Ye Cheng and said aggressively, "What do you mean by 'the past'? If that's the case, then we're all living in the past."

Li Xiao then counted on his fingers and said to Ye Cheng, "The sun we see is the sun from 8 minutes ago, the moon we see is the moon from 1.3 seconds ago, and the building we see a mile away is the one from 5 microseconds ago. Even if you are a meter away from me, what I see is you from 3 nanoseconds ago. What we see is all in the past, so you and I both live in the past."

As he spoke, Li Xiao looked at Ye Cheng provocatively.

Ye Cheng chuckled and said, "Little girl, you've done your homework very well."

"Of course! Otherwise, if you suddenly test me on some obscure knowledge and I can't answer it, wouldn't I get scolded again? So, of course, I need to study hard and accumulate knowledge regularly!"

As Li Xiao spoke, she turned to look at Ye Cheng, whose face was tinged with orange-red in the twilight.

Ye Cheng felt Li Xiao's gaze and turned his head away, but Li Xiao immediately looked away as well. For some reason, Ye Cheng felt a little awkward today, and he immediately turned his head away, not wanting to look at Li Xiao, who looked so lovely in the sunset.

Li Xiao also felt a little embarrassed, and she coughed. Then, as if she had just remembered something, she immediately turned around and said with a smile, "Little Ye Ye, I remember your fingerprints have ten whorls, right?"

"So what?" Ye Cheng asked, feigning composure.

As the sun set, Li Xiao smiled, and her smile was as captivating as ever.

“I’ve heard that people with ten whorls in their fingerprints and people with ten loops in their fingerprints are destined to be husband and wife,” Li Xiao said.

"Little girl, all you think about are these pointless things all day long," Ye Cheng said sarcastically.

"Tsk, Xiao Ye, you're not romantic at all!" Li Xiao rolled her eyes. Then she explained, "People with ten whorls and people with ten loops are destined to be together. They have to endure several lifetimes of hardship before they can stay together and exchange it for their destiny in the next life. Moreover, even if they leave, they don't have to drink the Meng Po soup. They will remember each other for all eternity and never be separated again."

After Li Xiao finished speaking, she secretly glanced at Ye Cheng, who said nonchalantly, "It's all just your little girls' wild imaginations. If I don't meet ten people with good luck in my life, I won't get married!"

Li Xiao rolled her eyes and secretly hid her hands behind her back. Ye Cheng, of course, had no idea that Li Xiao was holding exactly ten winnowing baskets!

Could this be the legendary predestined fate?

In the setting sun, their shadows were stretched very long.

On the same day, Xia Chen turned to the last page of the strange diary, where a yellowed letter was pasted. The letter was signed Luo Shimin! It read:

"My dearest Xia Chen:

Today, I'm leaving.

I thought of you before I encountered the monster. I know that if you were to witness this scene, you would be thinking to yourself, "You don't need to be afraid of anything anymore, I'm here for you."

Isn't this exactly what I've been waiting for?

I once shed tears on your clothes. When you return to your own world, will you remember the tear stains on your clothes, and will you remember how ugly I looked when I cried?

My hand lies quietly in yours; holding hands like this is such a luxury.

I remember you in the sunset on that last day, your face bathed in golden light. Your white Nike t-shirt with blue trim, your right hand letting go of my left, turning around, and smiling at me.

I don't know if you're smiling like you used to; all I see is your handsome profile and Adam's apple.

But it all turned out to be a dream. Holding your hand was the last time!

I'm leaving.

I watched my own back disappear into your world.

The world is so noisy.

I saw another world, a world that was exceptionally magnificent.