HELP! These Girls Wants To Kill Me Chapter 192

"So, shall I start?"

Without waiting for Yang Ze to reply, Lin ilin’s lips curled up in a slight smile as she began to narrate her story in a soft tone.

"Once..." She learned back slightly, comfortably resting on the chair before resting her face on her right hand.

"There was a small village at the end of the endless mountain."

"There was nothing special about it. There were no sects around it, no cultivators and not even demonic beasts. Everyone there was a mortal who lived and died quietly."

"The only thing that was special about it was that winter ruled that village. Half the year was snow, and the other half was spent waiting for snow to return."

"In that village, crops were scarce, and most of the people stayed quiet, knowing fully well that surviving was already a kind of victory."

"And in that village, lived two people who grew up together."

"They weren’t anything special... Just two mortals amongst the sea of mortals with no fortune or great ambitions."

Speaking till here, Lin ilin paused for a mont as she let out a soft breath, directly hitting Yang Ze’s face, as if trying to wake him up.

After seeing no reaction from him, she then rely let out a silent sigh before continuing her story.

"One of them loved the stillness of winter. She loved how the world beca smaller under the snow, and sound died there. She loved how the ever-present snow would quietly swallow their footsteps, erasing any existence of their presence there. In that place, even grief was silent, as if the land itself was telling people not to cling too tightly to what had already passed."

"The second person, however, hated winter. He hated how cold crept into the bones and reminded him about how fragile a human body truly was."

"And so he trained... He didn’t have any techniques or a ntor. The only thing he had was stubbornness. He would often lift the stones till his hand bled and practised with a broken spear made out of animal bones because it was all he could afford."

Lin ilin’s voice turned incomparably soft as she narrated further.

"When the girl asked him why he was training so hard, the boy gave a rather strange reply."

"He said he wanted to protect her..."

"Heh." Lin ilin couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle.

"Can you imagine that?"

"A man trying to protect a woman... what a weird thing to say."

"The girl, however, didn’t laugh or mock him. On the contrary, she rely used to smile at him whenever he practised. She would even find ways to make him laugh."

"And so... two people who loved each other more than their lives began to spend their days leisurely."

"Even though their lives weren’t comfortable and even difficult, they had no complaints. As long as the two of them had each other... they had everything."

"And thus, the two of them spend a long ti like that."

"They grew older. They argued. They laughed. They even spoke about leaving the frozen plains one day, even though neither of them believed in that."

"But this didn’t stop them from dreaming further... hoping for a future where the two of them could live in happiness."

"And then one day..." Lin ilin paused. "Everything changed."

Speaking till here, Yang Ze could hear the tremor in Lin ilin’s voice as if she was experiencing it personally.

"One winter, sothing descended from the mountains."

"No one knew what it was. So say it was a demonic beast, so say it was bandits, and so even argued that it was sothing far worse."

"But the details didn’t truly matter."

"What mattered was the fact that the village was too small... too weak, to survive it."

"And so, the villagers panicked. So ran, so just froze in fear, and so even kneeled on the ground, hoping for rcy."

"Out of all those villagers, only a single person stepped forward."

"A rather frail boy with a bone spear in his hands."

Lin ilin’s voice carried a faint hint of a chuckle as she spoke those words as if she herself was laughing at the absurdity of the situation.

"Do you know what he shouted at that ti?" Lin ilin asked with a gentle smile as she poked Yang Ze’s nose once again.

"He shouted that he was going to save the girl he loved."

"He shouted for her to close her eyes."

Lin ilin paused, letting the silence engulf the room for a while.

"But she didn’t."

"She watched as the boy pointed the spear in front of him clumsily, with his hands shaking in fright and a face that was twisted with fear. She watched him hesitate... she watched him take a step forward to face against the danger and then..."

"Then she watched him die."

Speaking till here, Lin ilin went silent for a long ti, letting Yang Ze imrse himself in the story. It wasn’t until a few more minutes passed that she spoke further.

"No one knows what happened after that, but the village barely managed to survive."

"After that, the villagers began to bury the bodies of the dead once the snow softened enough to dig. And when it was ti to bury the boy... the girl refused to let anyone else do it."

"She dug the grave herself."

"She didn’t place a stone marker, but instead chose to plant a sapling."

"And her reasoning..."

"Heh." Lin ilin lifted her head while taking a sharp, deep breath as she muttered softly.

"She said that graves were too final. Trees, at least, pretended at continuation."

"She didn’t shed a tear. She didn’t cry out."

"Instead, she would return to the tree every day. She knew just how much the boy hated the snow, so in winter, she would always brush the snow away from the sapling’s roots. In spring, she cleared the weeds, and in sumr, she brought water when the land cracked from heat."

"Every day, she would speak to the sapling, as if she were talking with the boy."

"She told it all about the fact that he lied when he said he wasn’t afraid. About how his hands always shook before a fight. About how foolish it was that soone so scared still chose to step forward."

"And so... Years passed."

Lin ilin’s voice once again stopped, leaving behind the sound of only Yang Ze’s and her breathing.

"People left the village. So died... so forgot..."

"But the tree..."

"The tree grew."

"And one day, a scholar passed through. She saw the girl sitting by the tree, constantly chattering to it and asked her why she still ca back to a place that held nothing but mories."

"She told her that the dead were already gone."

"She told her that clinging to the past only chains the living."

"But the girl... Heh... She quietly listened. Not talking back, not stopping her or even refuting her."

"She just sat there in silence with a gentle smile on her face.

"And then..."

"Then she asked her a question."

"’If no one rembers why he stood there,’ she said, ’then what was the difference between his death and an accident?’"

"The scholar had no answer."

"The girl, however, didn’t just stop there but told her sothing else too."

"’As long as I live,’ she said, ’there is proof that he existed. Proof that fear did not stop him. Proof that love made soone step forward.’"

"’If I die’, she continued, ’then he dies again. Not in just body, but in aning.’"

Lin ilin’s voice lowered, turning into almost a whisper as she continued speaking.

"And so she lived."

"She wasn’t happy, and her life wasn’t easy. She lived while carrying bitterness. She lived while hating herself for being powerless. Even breathing felt like a punishnt."

"Even when she didn’t wish to live, she had to..."

"Years later, the land was engulfed in war..."

"And with the war, the village burned, and so did the tree. And the frozen plain once again swallowed everything."

"Nothing survived... not the village, not the villagers, not the grave, not the tree and neither the girl."

"And yet..."

"The only thing that survived was the story..."

"Because she told it."

Speaking till here, Lin ilin couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle as she poked Yang Ze’s nose once again.

"She told it to the travellers... she told it to the children... she told it to the scholars... she even told it to the strangers who didn’t care."

"And every ti she told it, the person who died standing in front of her, trying to protect her, lived again."

Lin ilin took in a deep breath as her hand slowly travelled from Yang Ze’s nose to his hair, as she ruffled them gently, almost like an elder trying to coax the children.

"People don’t truly die when their hearts stop."

"They die when there is no one left to rember why they lived."

She leaned slightly towards Yang Ze, this ti her face almost a hair’s width away from his as her orchid breath hit him on the face while she gently tapped his nose once again.

"If you seek death now," She whispered quietly, "you are not following the one you loved."

"Instead, you are abandoning her."

"You are telling the world that her death was so insignificant and light that it couldn’t survive mory."

"Right now, you think dying will reunite you with her, don’t you?"

Yang Ze’s fists clenched in response, but he didn’t reply. Though from his expression, Lin ilin already had her answer.

"But tell this..." Lin ilin’s voice turned a bit cold as she flicked his nose in annoyance. "If no one remains to speak her na... if no one remains to talk about the things she did and what she stood for... if no one rembers her..."

"Who will she be when you et her?"

"A beloved..." Lin ilin’s voice was raised a bit as she continued speaking, "Or a shadow that faded because no one stayed behind to rember?"

Lin ilin leaned back again, this ti, a cold breath escaping her lips while her eyes were still stuck on the boy in front of her.

"If you still want to die, I won’t stop you."

"And if you truly want death, I will give it to you."

This ti, Lin ilin’s voice was missing her usual warmth and playfulness. Instead, the entire room felt like it was being frozen by her chilling words.

"But understand this..."

Her voice turned a bit hoarse as she said further.

"If you die today, she dies with you."

"And this ti," Lin ilin murmured softly, "this ti, there will be no one left to tell her story."

After taking one last look at Yang Ze’s face, she poked his nose one last ti before standing up and walking out of the room, leaving behind the figure of Yang Ze sitting there in silence.

Yang Ze, who initially wanted to die, quietly listened to her words without interrupting her once. When she was finally done with the story and left the room, raised his head to look in the direction of the footsteps.

He could still rember every word of the story, and even though he was blind, he felt like he could see the entire thing played out in front of him.

"Heh." This was the first ti he let out a sound, and it was the sound filled with self-mockery.

Just as Lin ilin told him... If he died as well, Cang Yue too will fade from existence.

As a veteran reader of novels in his past life, he had extensive imagination. Since this was a cultivation world, resurrecting soone must be possible.

After all, he had seen it once already. Although he didn’t know how Lin Wan ca back to life, the mont he saw her in that weird illusion, he automatically understood that she was alive.

His initial thought was that his supre dao body had the function of resurrecting the won he slept with, but with Cang Yue gone, he wasn’t so sure about it anymore.

In the end, Yang Ze clenched his fist before raising his head while taking a deep breath.

With the help of his cheat, it was only a matter of ti till he reached the top of this world.

At that mont, he was going to revive Cang Yue. Even if it costs him his life.

With every passing mont, Yang Ze’s breathing hastened as he kept on nodding to himself as if wanting to reassure himself that he could definitely do it.

Then, he slowly raised his left hand in the air as a small pocket clock appeared in it.

Without any hesitation, Yang Ze took a deep breath and then...

He pressed the button.

In the next mont, the entire room seed to be frozen in ti. From the flowing dust, to the falling leaves and even Yang Ze’s breathing... everything paused.

*Tick... tick... tick...

The only sound that was left in the room was the sound of the clock that got faster and louder with every passing mont, and with it, Yang Ze’s body floated in the air as a river appeared beneath him.

Yang Ze didn’t know what was going on. Due to the loss of his eyes, he couldn’t see, but he could definitely feel that there was sothing standing in front of him, calling out to it, and the mont Yang Ze focused on it, it seed to rge in his body and then... He found himself sitting on the bed once again.

Only this ti, he wasn’t missing a hand or eyes...

Looking at the luxurious room around him, Yang Ze took in a deep breath as he muttered softly.

"Just wait for ..."