1190 The Result of the Deduction
“Master, how’s my sister?” Seeing Lu Zijia frown, Ji Zilin’s heart couldn’t help tightening abruptly.
Lu Zijia looked at Ji Zilin, who seemed a bit panicked. Even though she couldn’t bear it, she still replied honestly, “According to my calculations, your sister has already passed away. The time of death was in the early morning yesterday.”
Early in the morning was when the Yin energy was the densest. Was this time of death really a coincidence?
Lu Zijia had a feeling that this wasn’t a coincidence.
Thinking of this, Lu Zijia’s gaze landed on the air above the academy again. Ordinary people couldn’t see the black fog.
Such strong resentment couldn’t be formed by one or two evil spirits.
Ji Zilin, who was originally hopeful, suddenly widened his eyes and his face instantly turned extremely pale.
“No, no! My sister won’t die. My sister won’t die. Master, please. Please calculate again. My sister won’t die. Please, Master, please calculate again. Please calculate again!”
Ji Zilin couldn’t accept this answer. His eyes were terrifyingly red as he kept begging Lu Zijia.
It was as if Lu Zijia would come up with a different answer as long as she calculated again.
Lu Zijia shook her head. “Even if we do the divination again, the result will still be the same.”
“No!”
Ji Zilin grabbed his hair in grief as tears fell from his eyes one by one. “It’s me. It’s all me. If I didn’t have something on at the last minute and left the academy first, my sister wouldn’t have gone home alone and nothing would have happened on the way. It’s all my fault. I killed my sister. I deserve to die. I deserve to die!”
Ji Jilin had obviously walked into a dead end. If he couldn’t get out, he would only die.
As expected, as soon as he finished speaking, Ji Zilin suddenly raised his hand and slapped the top of his head.
“Son…”
The Ji couple, who finally realized that their son wasn’t with them, happened to find where their son was at this moment. However, at a glance, the two of them were extremely frightened.
Their voices were full of fear and heartbreak, so much so that others would be scared to hear their voices.
Bang!
At the critical moment, Lu Zijia waved her hand and a strong but harmless spiritual power instantly knocked Ji Jilin, who was about to hurt himself, to the ground.
“You still have parents. Your parents have already lost a daughter. Do you want them to lose another son?”
Lu Zijia’s face darkened slightly and what she said hit Ji Zilin’s already scarred heart.
“Your sister is destined to suffer such a calamity. If she can’t survive, it means that this is her fate. Even if you went home with her that day, it won’t change the final outcome. Do you understand?”
When cultivators were powerful to a certain extent, they could change their fate, but mortals didn’t have this ability.
Even if they knew in advance that there would be such a calamity, it wasn’t so easy to resolve it.
Ji Zilin didn’t say anything. He just sat on the ground and cried bitterly.
“Son, son, what’s wrong with you? How can you do something stupid? Something happened to your sister. If something happens to you too, what will Dad and Mom do?”
After Madam Ji rushed over in a panic, she immediately knelt on the ground and held her crying son in her arms. She couldn’t help but cry again.
“Brat, you’re too insensible. We don’t even know if your sister is dead or alive, but you did such a stupid thing. Are you trying to scare us to death on purpose?”
