When the weirdness comes to the world, death is the end

Chapter 212

Soon, the first wooden sign was carved.

There was a name on it.

[Lin Qixing]

The monitor of Class 9, the top student, the girl who crushed her opponents with her strong mental arithmetic ability in the "Private School Gambling Life" game.

In the subsequent "123 Wooden Man" game, she volunteered to go with Zhang Yang and others to find the "evil ghost" and was responsible for guarding their blind spots.

How to say it.

She is a smart and brave girl.

But unfortunately, she died in yesterday's game.

Facing the pursuit of the "evil ghost", no matter how smart you are, it's not enough.

There are no photos left, all traces have disappeared, Zhang Yang doesn't know her hobbies, and the only thing he can write is just a name.

Soon, he picked up the second wooden sign.

Then, the third, the fourth...

What Zhang Yang wrote was the name of a classmate who died in the game recently.

Of course, he couldn't know everyone, and the ones he wrote down were only the ones he knew or the ones he could name.

Life is a novel author, and everyone is his own protagonist.

They may all have their own stories and some unforgettable experiences. If they are taken out alone, they can all be written into a thick work of youth literature.

But because the author was too lazy to increase the word count, they died in a corner unknown to anyone, leaving no trace.

It took a long time for Zhang Yang to carve their names on these wooden signs.

For some familiar people, he would also carve labels for them.

Similar to: smart, bottom king, love painting, very pretentious, loyal...

Putting the carved wooden signs back into the box, Zhang Yang stood up, carried the box out, went downstairs, and walked towards the back mountain of the school.

The back mountain is just behind the dormitory, separated by an iron net in the middle. It didn't exist originally, but a few years ago, two students went up the mountain to roast sweet potatoes and almost caused a fire, so the school blocked the road.

Zhang Yang climbed over the iron net and walked up the mountain along a weed-covered path.

The sun was very hot and the road was uneven. If it were in the past, he would definitely not be able to carry such a large box up the mountain.

Halfway up the mountain, there was a piece of wasteland. The land was shoveled soft, and there were dozens of simple wooden signs with names engraved on it.

This was the tombstone that Zhang Yang buried for his dead classmates.

It was called a tombstone, but in fact, there was nothing buried in it, because there was nothing to bury.

In ancient times, when soldiers fought, their relatives would bury the clothes they wore when they were alive because they could not find the bodies. This was called a cenotaph.

But those who died here would leave nothing behind. All Zhang Yang could do was to put up a tombstone with their names on it for them.

There were only a few dozen wooden signs now, plus the previous ones, and there were far more people who died than these.

But he only remembered these.

After all the wooden signs were put in place, the sun gradually set.

Zhang Yang stood in the middle of the cemetery, his figure stretched out in the afterglow of the setting sun. He whispered:

"I bow to the Shangyuan Palace, the Heavenly Official who grants blessings, and may the treasure of Taoism emit auspicious light to illuminate the heavenly path. I wish to eliminate the suffering of wind, thunder and lightning for the deceased, and liberate this deceased from the suffering of the heavenly path."

"I bow to the Zhongyuan Palace, the Earth Official who forgives sins, and may the treasure of scriptures emit benevolent light to illuminate the earthly path. I wish to eliminate the suffering of carrying sand and stones for the deceased, and liberate this deceased from the suffering of the earthly path."

"I bow to the Xiayuan Palace, the Water Official who relieves misfortunes, and may the treasure of the Master emit benevolent light to illuminate the water path. I wish to eliminate the suffering of the deceased along the sea waves, and liberate this deceased from the suffering of the water path."

......

That fool Lin Yuan didn't know that it was not only monks who could liberate people, but also Taoist priests, but he was too lazy to argue with him.

After doing everything, Zhang Yang walked back along the path he came from. Along the way, he was thinking in his heart.

"Is there really a hell in this world?"

I hope so.

It would be better if there is reincarnation.

If you fall into an eternal void after death, it would be too scary.

Because of his distraction, he did not notice the stone under his feet. He stepped on it carelessly and lost his balance instantly.

"Fuck!" Zhang Yang screamed and rolled down the hillside.

When he got up in a mess and shook off the dust on his body, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

There were hundreds of tombstones with wooden signs around, so dense that you could not see the end at a glance.

Most of these wooden signs were engraved with names, and many of them were people Zhang Yang knew.

Not far away, a familiar figure was standing in front of a tombstone to worship.

Hearing the noise, the man turned his head and met Zhang Yang's eyes.

The man was Zhang Xiaoping, Teacher Zhang.

Zhang Yang's throat seemed to be choked by something, and after a long while he managed to squeeze out a sentence:"Teacher Zhang, why are you here..."

"I should ask you this, Zhang Yang." Zhang Xiaoping looked up at the mountain: "How did you fall from there?"

"Uh...it's a long story."

Zhang Yang hurriedly stood up, brushed off the dust on his body, looked at the tombstones all over the ground, and asked: "Teacher Zhang...did you do this?"

"Yeah, yes." Zhang Xiaoping nodded, found a stone to sit down, and his face looked a little sad: "All the classmates are here, not one less."

Zhang Yang was silent for a while, then walked to sit next to him: "Old Zhang, you are the best teacher I have ever seen."

"Really?" Zhang Xiaoping smiled happily: "It's not easy to get your recognition."

"Everyone in Class 10 likes you very much." Zhang Yang said: "At least you are different from other teachers, no matter what we call scum."

"Scum?" Zhang Xiaoping shook his head: "I never think so, you are just playful, but your character is fine."

"So we all like you." Zhang Yang turned his head and looked at him, repeating seriously: "Everyone thinks you are a good teacher."

"Because I indulge you more?"

"Uh... well, not entirely." Zhang Yang scratched his head a little embarrassedly, and he was really right.

Zhang Xiaoping shook his head helplessly, without asking any more questions, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed one to Zhang Yang, "How are you doing recently?"

Zhang Yang subconsciously waved his hand: "No, I don't smoke..."

"Don't pretend." Zhang Xiaoping held the cigarette in his mouth, "I'm your class teacher, how can I not know you? I used to have to stop you from smoking, but now... I don't want to care too much."

"Haha..." Zhang Yang took the cigarette and held it in his palm, still embarrassed to light it in front of the teacher, "Recently... it's just so-so, it's good to be alive, and I can't help too much."

"Don't say that, Zhang Yang." Zhang Xiaoping took a puff of cigarette and slowly exhaled smoke rings, "In the third dormitory treasure hunt game, you did very well. Without you, I'm afraid no one would survive."

"It's just that the major is right." Zhang Yang smiled. Now that he thinks about it, he seems to be really lucky.

Which high school student would study the five elements and gossip these days, except for him, who has an elder in his family who is a Taoist priest.