Chapter 189 End of the text

"After conducting a secondary confirmation analysis on the existing information that can be integrated at the moment, the conclusions drawn have proven from all aspects that He Jingtong once existed in this world."

When the author Jing sent everyone out of the viewing space for the second and final time, everyone verified something in their own way.

Adults would get the news faster, but Qi Xueyi, who was a minor and not even a regular first-year student at Elite Academy...

His method of verification is more straightforward.

Just recall it.

Recalling the experiences of being pressed and rubbed by alien spirits over the years.

Qi Xueyi awakened his healing ability on the day Qi Yuan and her father moved next door to his house.

Before this, he had experienced the torment of the supernatural more than once.

Whether he was being pressed and rubbed as a spirit invisible to others, or simply being brought directly to other spirits in non-human form...

The so-called common sense that ordinary people cannot see the spirits at all, but in the hands of such unreasonable beings, it is perfectly reasonable.

Time and again, he was faced with those terrifying things that made him crazy and lose his sanity...

Over time, Qi Xueyi evolved.

It can also be said that under the guidance and even control of a different spirit, the ability to heal was awakened ahead of time.

After possessing extraordinary powers, Qi Xueyi naturally saved Qi Yuan.

From then on, there were no gray hairs, no cracks or pain in the heart, only a heart that kept growing weeds when recalling the strange spirits.

As a junior high school student about to enter high school, Qi Xueyi had always regarded the alien spirit as some kind of golden finger before he knew the truth.

And when I learned the truth...

"I wouldn't say I want to cry, I'm just a little curious. As a pure spirit, why would he want to help me?"

Qi Xueyi pulled the corners of his mouth, that smile was not bright at all, and even a little bitter.

"What on earth can make a living thing go against its instincts and do something that neither common sense nor inertia would allow it to do?"

"I can't give you the answer you want." The person talking to Qi Xueyi was Jian Zirui.

After the students who watched the movie came out of the theater, they all tried to contact each other privately to confirm that everything was real and not a dream.

The subsequent development was also natural.

After informing their families, many people chose to come to the college early.

At this moment, even though there are still a few days before the start of the first year of high school, everyone has gathered in the classroom.

There was no need to introduce myself. The comic book that was distributed to everyone had already been flipped through so many times that the pages were frayed.

"Please put your thoughts on hold for a moment and return to the reason why we gathered here." The person who spoke was Jian Zirui.

It was clearly their first meeting, but she just knew how to get along with Qi Xueyi.

They gathered here for one reason and one reason only.

That is how to redeem the alien spirit.

They also jumped into the pit dug by the author Jing willingly.

Jian Zirui also followed this logic and continued: "Now that we have confirmed that He Jingtong and the alien spirit both exist, what we need to think about is how to make the alien spirit return to He Jingtong. And before doing all this, another question is how to find the alien spirit."

Qi Xueyi also immediately explained: "Since I successfully developed my healing ability, I have never seen him again."

"I guess other people haven't seen it either." Qi Xue looked around.

In this classroom of freshmen, there are too many familiar people whose names I can call out.

But whether it was a coincidence or some special reason, Qi Xueyi was the only one who encountered the supernatural spirit.

He doesn't think that what happened to him is because he is special.

In fact, he encountered it only because his abilities needed to be developed in advance.

And when the power that symbolizes healing appears and actually saves Qi Yuan, an ordinary person, then Song Yu's brother and other people who have been harmed by alien spirits can also be saved.

In this way, there will be no reason for the spirits to appear.

I want to find this existence and save it...

No one thought this was something that was certain to be achieved.

Although some people have suggested that the author Jing may have a way to find the supernatural being.

But he was refuted by the next question in the blink of an eye.

"But the problem is that we can't even find the author's scene."

Everything seemed too pale and powerless.

"So what can we do? Can we do experiments? Can we study whether the supernatural can be reversed?"

"But if we really study these, will the teacher named Fu Zexun conduct human experiments like in the comics..."

“No one can guarantee that.”

"According to the information we know at the moment, only the spirits have the possibility of reversal. But even if we get an answer, no one knows the process..."

“I don’t know which direction to start working on.”

Many students in the classroom, who were sitting, standing, or leaning on the edge of the desk, allowed themselves to fall into a tangle of frowning brows for a long time.

"And if I pretend that all this doesn't exist... I can't do it either."

"It is indeed possible for a person who is completely unrelated to the issue to say that no one needs him to bring the world from falsehood to reality. Perhaps the person who says this is actually saying that we are living in reality."

"It doesn't make sense to enjoy the good results and not be willing to make a little effort..."

"But the problem remains that we don't know where to start."

"I feel so powerless..."

"Don't think like that. There are so many people here, and there are 100,000 spiritualists in the country. Besides, didn't the comic say that the man named He Yuchen also awakened to find things later, and can that 'thing' be used to find spirits?"

"Even if we use the dumbest method, like using a spirit to torture Qi Xueyi and force him to awaken his power early... it can still be considered an effort."

"Don't stop, and don't think there is no way."

"We cannot even think of all the possibilities, so why should we be disappointed? Before we can think of all the possibilities, we must first make the possibilities we have thought of become reality."

Then, the issue was resolved with just one sentence.

"But the problem is, wasn't the Peach Blossom Spring Project shattered 20 years ago? He Yuchen's father is dead, so how could he be born...?"

A suffocating silence enveloped the entire classroom.

Until someone couldn't stand it anymore and blurted out in this stuffy space: "Do you think praying to gods and Buddhas is useful?"

"What do you think?"

“…”

"But, this possibility is not completely impossible, right?"

"The world is moving from falsehood to reality, and this process itself is the power of belief. Because the three-dimensional people believe that "Alien" is real, and because the existence of the alien He Jingtong is a second verification, the world finally reverses, time flows backwards, everything moves from falsehood to reality, and there is no longer the so-called confinement of fate..."

"You can speak in a way that normal people can understand."

"What I mean is, if we believe that He Jingtong exists in this world, then can we create, or should we say..."

"Resurrect him?"

"If the power of one belief is hard to achieve, then let's do ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand. Anyway, we don't know how to find the spirit, so why not let everyone believe that spiritization can be reversed, and this itself has been verified by the author Jing."

"It's so empty and so meaningless..."

"So do you want to do it?"

"Of course!"

No spiritualist believes in God. If there really is a God, then the wish of countless spiritualists throughout history, hoping that no strange spirits would be born in this world, would have been realized long ago.

But no matter how much they don't believe in God, at this time, they will want to believe.

Otherwise, what else can we rely on?

The birth of a world is based on the death of a person...

No matter how that person, or the countless others, think this matter is feasible, someone has to think that this matter is not feasible.

People who stand in reality cannot deny that the behavior is wrong, because their existence has already proved that the result is good.

This is to examine the beginning from the perspective of the result.

But what did He Jingtong think at the beginning?

All the inferences that he made, claiming to be from the same perspective as He Jing, were not his own ideas.

For those who live in reality, all they can offer is an expectation.

【I hope He Jingtong can also get the truth. 】

【I hope that child can also have a future. 】

[I hope the spirit can be redeemed and the transformation into spirit can be reversed. 】

Even if I have thousands of hopes, I can only say one thing:

“I hope to meet him in this reality.”

One day, two days, three days.

One month, two months, three months.

School starts, classes start, classes start, the semester ends, winter vacation comes, another new semester begins, and another new summer vacation comes...

Still no miracle happened.

When some people began to suspect that the movie watching was just an illusion, when some people had hypnotized themselves several times that there should not be such a saintly person as He Jingtong in the world...

Still no miracle happened.

The first day of second grade.

Everyone who gathered together again that day saw disappointment in each other's eyes again.

"Why not?"

"Why haven't you come back yet..."

Everyone knows that when one reaches such a high level in the world, the evaluation of so-called efforts will only appear pale and empty.

But they still try again and again.

All the famous temples in this country are hung with red ropes praying for the return of the Buddha.

For example, Jian Zirui's hometown, a Taoist temple hidden in the mountains, also had its originally not-so-smooth threshold worn away by the endless footsteps.

Jian Zirui's master once made a divination about this matter, but the divination still showed a confusing result.

Ji Yu, Zong Feng, Luo Yucheng and others who are active in the entertainment industry have done good deeds countless times in the name of a person who does not exist at all.

Wealth is not worth mentioning at this moment. Everyone who is sent into the viewing space is working hard.

They are trying to make ordinary people in this world gradually understand the supernatural.

But nothing is as ideal as in the comics.

Because people's level of acceptance, enlightenment, and ideological progress all take time.

Everything is done to show good results and the good side as much as possible.

"But the miracle still hasn't come..."

It was still that vacant seat, still the extended position on the left side of the row of vacant seats. Qi Xueyi sat there, and when he looked at the sunlight shining on the empty seat, his eyes suddenly became red.

There are many people like him in the classroom.

That should just be a story——

That should just be a comic.

After all, they never really met that person.

But when I was in the soul power application class, when I was eating in the cafeteria, when I was sparring with my classmates in the physical training class, when I was out doing the task of erasing the alien spirits...

There are countless moments when someone always wonders, why isn't he here?

Why?

Qi Xueyi deliberately glanced at the sun, but the dazzling light made him close his eyes immediately, and tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.

Later, Qi Xueyi dyed his hair white, and his eyebrows and eyelashes white.

Chi Qian teased him, saying that although the psychic department doesn't care about students' eccentricity, he still does this without a specific reason, and he doesn't worry that Lao Cui will make things difficult for him...

Qi Xueyi just retorted at the time: "How can there be no reason? What if he doesn't recognize me when he comes back, what should I do..."

I didn't dare to touch that name.

The course lasted for a whole year in the first year of high school, and the students in this class always compared everything in the present with the comics.

The teacher is much stronger than the one in the comics, there are no villains who inexplicably pursue immortality, and no one would think that the spirits coexisting with humans would be a disaster that can never be solved.

Just as the alien spirits can never be completely destroyed, isn't it just a reverse verification that humans will also be immortal?

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When all the depression was sweeping through my heart like a trickle, outside the Elite College, a young man in a pure white T-shirt raised his hand and opened the door of a taxi.

Better to draw comics...

The figure in the comic, covered in all disguises, only gave off a feeling of arrival.

But in reality, that figure showed a sense of returning in the midst of everything being calm.

There is no need to compare it with comics. This is reality, it is unique, and there is absolutely no other reality.

September 1st. The fusion period, which lasted for a year and a full month, also came to an end half a day ago.

In the three-dimensional world, the seventh chapter of the comic also depicts that familiar and long-unseen figure.

The sycamore trees, tinged with autumn colors, were swaying in the wind, and a leaf was slowly falling over the boy's head as he walked into the gate of Elite College.

The leaves dancing in the breeze fell gently on his head, but the next second after the boy sensed it and chose to look up, they floated in front of him.

Then, the leaf danced with the wind one last time before falling completely to the ground.

It swirled and landed in front of the figure.

“Is this a welcome for me?

It was a familiar, clean sound, as if soaked in the spring water below the waterfall.

The familiar yet unfamiliar figure bent down and picked up the leaves from the ground that happened to catch his sight.

And then...

The leaf became his prop to block out the sunlight.

When the second-grade teachers and students were in the classroom at the same time, and fell into a suffocating silence, a rhythmic sound of footsteps was heard from the corridor outside.

No one wants to look up, after all, there are still no miracles in this world at the moment.

Until there was a knock on the door.

The man standing against the light should have been out of place with the people in school uniforms, but he was harmonious enough just by standing there.

I don’t know who was the first to raise his head, or who was the first to hold his breath…

All the frustration and low spirits seemed to be swept away by the strong wind, and the sweet scent of osmanthus blowing in from the window was also extremely overbearing.

The familiar figure looked at everyone and said in a calm and gentle tone: "Hello...

He didn't slow down his voice, but every word he uttered seemed to be rubbed into silk threads in the ears of others. The interweaving of everything was so beautiful that it was impossible to take your eyes off it.

A hint of smile hung on his peaceful face, and after a breath, he blurted out the following words: "I am He Jingtong.

"It means -

“To express emotion through scenery is unexpected and the same.

That's a long overdue self-introduction. !