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Xi Sui'an looked at A Ping leaning against his coffin. His own father arranged his funeral and buried him in an orderly manner. He did not look very sad.

He heard from people he met the reason why his mother didn't come. It turned out that his mother was pregnant again and he was about to have a younger brother or sister.

Ah Ping sighed softly, and her expression became much more relieved.

Bo Yan wanted to break into the mourning hall but was driven out. He followed the funeral procession to the place where A Ping was buried, witnessed the completion of the new tombstone, and watched the snow melting on the tombstone like tears falling.

He leaned against the tombstone and circled his tail around himself sadly: "Why is this happening?"

"Isn't this something I've expected? Don't be sad. In your next life I'll turn into spring flowers, plants and trees. You've lived such a long life, maybe we'll meet again." Ping was ready to say goodbye.

But to their surprise, Aping's soul did not reincarnate. Somehow he turned into a ground-bound spirit, trapped in that place, unable to leave.

Xi Sui'an frowned as he looked at the place where Ah Ping was buried. There were green mountains and beautiful waters, and the feng shui looked pretty good. Why would Ah Ping become a groundbound spirit without any human intervention?

"System, what happened to Aping becoming a groundbound spirit?" Xi Sui'an turned his head to look at Xixi and Aping who was sitting cross-legged next to him and was very confused.

The system said helplessly: "It looks like a problem with the earth veins. The specific cause can be traced back to before the Age of the Fall of the Gods." The earth veins are not something that ordinary people can touch.

"Earth veins..." Xi Suian narrowed his eyes, the earth veins of the human world.

She looked at this small world. Ah Ping never saw his mother come to pay tribute to him. He wandered around lonely for a long time. Bo Yan and Zhong Heng accompanied him. Sometimes they told him the news he heard from other places, sometimes they brought some books and read them to him page by page, and sometimes they got flower seeds and discussed with him how to plant them here.

Time has stopped here, and A Ping is trapped here. Bo Yan and Zhong Heng are also here.

Xi Sui'an looked at them, then looked up at the sky: "Qingyun didn't come."

His inner demon was that Ping and both of his brothers were bound and could not be freed.

Their lives are like the cotton wool in the wind, with sporadic joys and sporadic sorrows, and in the end they are just floating duckweed on the river.

She folded her arms across her chest and sighed as she looked at Ping.

No wonder Bo Yan and Qing Yun all liked to call him Chun Lai, probably because they all hoped that he could have a beautiful spring. However, only Ah Ping himself knew that he was destined to be a floating duckweed.

"I don't know if they can get out of this illusion." Xi Sui'an pinched his nose, a little worried.

She watched as Xixi tidied up Aping's grave with flowers, and finally squatted not far away and raised her pink and white paws to the little boy sitting on the tombstone.

"A Ping, goodbye."

"Where are you going?" Ping asked.

"The other A Ping is still waiting for me and Zhong Heng. I can't break my promise." It was Bo Yan's voice. He said gently, "Zhong Heng asked me to tell you that we will meet again."

Ah Ping was stunned. At the same time, the illusion shattered and her consciousness continued to fall until it fell into a light source.

Xi Sui'an blinked tentatively, focused her gaze, and felt the sense of dislocation as the world changed gradually fade away. She could finally see the people in the room clearly.

Li gently touched the mirage pearl which gradually changed from deep red to light red and finally faded back to its silvery white luster. She was very happy: "This thing works well. I really have good taste."

Iloven looked at her and breathed a sigh of relief. She seemed to be in good spirits and not crazy or stupid.

Xi Sui'an glanced at the two of them and fixed his eyes on the old man in white robe on the other side. The other man had a casual demeanor, and his gray hair was casually tied into a small bun, looking very casual.

She looked at the old man and nodded with a smile: "Hello, little girl, I am Ren Pingsheng."

Ren Pingsheng? Xi Sui'an was stunned. He was the dean of Damocles Academy?

She blinked: "Dean Ren?"

"It's me." Ren Pingsheng looked at her and smiled, "Because of what happened at sea, I'm very curious about you, so I came to see you. Don't worry, Damocles will never do anything to you, nor will he allow others to do anything to you, so you can rest assured."

"Thank you, Dean Ren." This can be regarded as a promise from a top-level person from a foreign land. It couldn't be better.

The dean is... She narrowed her eyes and glanced at Iloven. If she didn't take revenge now, when would she take revenge? This assessment had nothing to do with her, but she was dragged into it again!

She rubbed her head and looked depressed. "I accidentally fell into the Lost Sea before, and then was caught in a storm at sea and was seriously injured. My injuries have not fully recovered from this displacement, and I was just caught in an illusion. I don't feel very well. I am a freshman from the human world, and I am not sure if the academy provides a place for treatment."

Xi Sui'an lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly. She was wearing a large black cloak. In the dean's eyes, she looked as fragile as a small flower beaten by wind and rain in the wild. The way she suffered so much but still stubbornly grew upwards was heartbreaking.

The corner of Zhong Heng's mouth twitched. He glanced at Xi Sui'an and then silently looked away. He was really convinced.

Ilowen opened his eyes wide, looking at Xi Sui'an in shock, his lips trembling slightly, is this a complaint, picking an opportunity to settle old and new accounts together? Cunning human! And the illusion is not his fault, he won't take the blame!

From the corner of her eye, Yi Luowen saw Li Qing trying to hold back the smile on her face, she gritted her teeth, and turned to look at Ren Pingsheng.

Dean Ren's face showed a very loving expression. He patted the girl's head gently and said, "It's the college's fault that you have suffered so much, my dear child. I'm really sorry for you."

"It's not a big deal. A sharp sword is the result of constant grinding. Everything I'm experiencing now is the foundation of my growth." Xi Sui'an said obediently, thanking the world for its three thousand bowls of chicken soup for the soul and its ten thousand new and old routines.

The corner of Ilowen's eye twitched. Did she know that the dean was a human swordsman, and yet she gave him the most appropriate chicken soup?

Dean Ren nodded slightly after hearing this, approvingly: "Not bad, not bad, the girl has a very clear idea. However, this is the truth, but it cannot cover up the mistakes of the academy." He glared at Iloven fiercely.

"I will punish Iloven later. Just tell me what compensation you want and I will make the decision for you." Dean Ren promised generously.

Xi Sui'an's eyes lit up: "I want to apply for the alchemy department of the college. Nowadays, rare alchemy materials are very expensive, so I still hope that the college can allocate some rare alchemy materials to me."

Dean Ren nodded in approval: "You are eager to learn. That's easy to do. Just ask Iroven for any materials you need."

Ilowen was so angry that he almost vomited blood. Dean, you are so generous! Rare alchemical materials are so expensive, why are you giving them to freshmen?

"Dean Ren!" Iloven was furious, "She's still a freshman."

Ren Pingsheng paused hesitantly, and it seemed that he agreed a little too readily.

"Well, then I'll give you 100 grams of rare alchemical materials. You can discuss the types with Iloven." He looked at Xi Sui'an's listless appearance and sighed, "Also, I'll let Professor Agatha from the Alchemy Department treat you until you recover. In any case, this is the responsibility of the academy."

"Thank you, Dean!" Xi Sui'an was very moved. One hundred grams of rare alchemical materials as compensation, is this a value that can be measured by money!

Ilowen felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife, and his green eyes were like a pool of stagnant water. It was truly... a sin.