After My Death, Everyone Repented (Transmigration) - Chapter 20

Chi Yi’s depression had progressed to a severe mental illness involving hallucinations.

That day, she wanted to see the ocean. Xie Qingcheng arranged a tour guide named “Xie Shaojun” for her. When the guide called to introduce herself. Xie Shaojun, Chi Yi calmly stood up, walked to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and continuously splashed ice-cold water on her face, head, and the major blood vessels in her neck to stay lucid.

It had been nearly two years since anyone around her had mentioned the name Xie Shaojun.

No one dared to bring it up, so when Chi Yi heard it, her first instinct wasn’t to expose the false identity on the other end of the line but to hope the person would indulge her by repeating the name a few more times.

For no other reason than this: in these two years, everyone had been consumed by remorse, too afraid to utter Xie Shaojun’s name. As a result, Chi Yi was losing the traces of Xie Shaojun’s existence, and without them, the world held no meaning for her anymore.

The midday sunlight couldn’t reach the depths of Chi Yi’s eyes. She stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, lashes lowered, gazing at the vast white sky outside.

The droplets on her cheeks quickly evaporated under the scorching sun. Chi Yi had to exert tremendous effort to suppress the irrational urge to demand that the other person repeat the self-introduction “Xie Shaojun” again.

She held back for a long time but still wanted to hear it a few more times. Finally, in a soft voice, she asked, “Could you say it again?”

“How many times have I said it?” Xie Shaojun sounded annoyed. “During the trip, drinking could lead to trouble. Can you promise not to get so drunk you lose your senses like you did at noon today?”

Chi Yi hummed in acknowledgment, her voice hoarse. “I didn’t drink.”

“Whatever you say.”

The other person didn’t believe her. The lazy tone made Chi Yi zone out for a long time. This hallucination felt more vivid than ever before. Her mental illness had given Xie Shaojun a concrete identity, growing increasingly real, even the impatient yawn on the phone sounded genuine.

Chi Yi wanted to chat a little longer with “Xie Shaojun,” but the other person was about to hang up. Reluctantly, Chi Yi gave in and, under the fake “Xie Shaojun’s” impatient urging, slowly added her on WeChat.

Not long after the call ended, Chi Yi’s flight information was sent over.

Xie Shaojun was actually a little suspicious. The voice on the phone sounded too young, not matching the image she had in mind.

After some thought, she tapped open the messaging app. Chi Yi’s WeChat profile picture was a starless night sky.

The most recent post in her Moments was from two years ago: a gurney, a gravestone, and a piece of candy.

Xie Shaojun didn’t understand what it meant. Just then, a notification chimed, another message from Chi Yi, this time a voice note.

A very soft voice, each word deliberate, as if spoken with great care: “Xie Shaojun, I forgot to tell you I miss her.”

Since childhood, Feng Qianqian had taught Xie Shaojun that unless she intended to deepen a social connection, ignoring drunken ramblings and respecting others’ privacy was the greatest courtesy one could offer.

Of course, Xie Shaojun didn’t believe a drunk’s words. She asked nothing and deleted the voice note immediately.

After waking up from the car accident, she seemed to have lost all interest in gossip.

A summer trip to Sri Lanka wasn’t exactly the best season for tourism.

The UV rays were intense, and women’s skin was prone to sunburn.

Xie Shaojun prepared sunscreen and small change in advance and arranged for a familiar driver to charter a car.

She didn’t really feel like playing tour guide at most, she’d keep an eye on the other person to prevent any suicidal tendencies. And ever since she woke up with that inexplicable condition…

Not suited for close contact with others, so hiring a driver familiar with the routes would save a lot of trouble.

After the meeting ended in the afternoon, Yu Hua invited Xie Shaojun to tonight’s bonfire party.

Xie Shaojun refused without a second thought: “Not going.”

“It’s been half a year, and getting you to agree to anything depends purely on luck.”

Yu Hua sighed: “When will this condition of yours ever end?”

“If I could go, I wouldn’t need you to waste your breath.”

After the car accident, Xie Shaojun developed a tendency for soul displacement, and Yu Hua was one of the few who knew about it.

Yu Hua repeatedly assured Xie Shaojun that if she fell unconscious again this time, she would definitely stay by her side.

“You made the same promise last week,” Xie Shaojun mocked her. “And what happened then…?”

Entrusting her body to someone else was something Xie Shaojun would never do again.

Yu Hua asked with concern whether something had gone wrong during last week’s soul displacement incident, which had landed her in detention.

Xie Shaojun frowned deeply: “Don’t even bring it up.”

Last week, Xie Shaojun had gone to the outskirts for some sketching. Afterward, the two of them were dining in a private room at an upscale club when Xie Shaojun stepped out to use the restroom and accidentally brushed hands with a waitress.

Triggered by the contact, her soul left her body that very night. Her physical form was taken home by a beautiful woman from the club, while her soul ended up inhabiting a roll of toilet paper in the waitress’s bathroom.

That night, as a roll of toilet paper, Xie Shaojun experienced something she never wanted to relive again.

“Xiao Xie, let me take you to Thailand for a consultation. We’ve seen all the metaphysical masters in the country, and none of them helped.”

Xie Shaojun’s soul displacement began after she woke up from the car accident two years ago, and the episodes had become increasingly frequent in recent months. The metaphysical masters claimed her soul was weak in vitality and that contact with people of strong life force could draw her soul out of her body.

The whole thing sounded preposterous. In fact, every feng shui master who had examined Xie Shaojun came to the same conclusion. her soul had supposedly experienced death ten times, severely diminishing her life force and leading to her current condition.

After hearing this, Xie Shaojun stopped consulting the masters altogether.

She had been lying unconscious in a hospital bed for two years. There was no way she could have died ten times.

At three in the afternoon, Xie Shaojun’s eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

The world spun around her, and the familiar sensation of her soul being pulled away resurfaced.

When she woke up, it was pitch black, with no trace of daylight. Xie Shaojun was completely baffled. It took her three minutes to realize she was now tucked inside someone’s pocket. The owner’s perfume was this year’s latest Dior fragrance, Jasmin Bleu.

This time was strange. Xie Shaojun carefully retraced her steps from morning till afternoon, she hadn’t touched anyone, nor had she spoken face-to-face with any strangers outside her usual circle.

Unable to figure out what had triggered the displacement and with no way to see the outside world, Xie Shaojun chose to empty her mind and close her eyes to sleep as the owner walked unsteadily.

She hoped her soul would return by the time she woke up.

But her plan didn’t work out. Ten minutes later, she was rudely yanked out of the pocket.

With her limited field of vision, the first thing Xie Shaojun saw was a graveyard. A mirror hung on a tombstone, reflecting her current form. she had become a skull pendant necklace.

Aside from the person holding her Jasmin Bleu there was another figure standing five meters away. Xie Shaojun couldn’t see their face, but the young woman had slender, well-proportioned legs, and her poised stance in nude high heels exuded grace.

Ten minutes later, after the paper-burning ceremony concluded.

The two standing before the gravestone began to talk.

Moli Lan said, “Two years time flies. I thought you wouldn’t stay the whole day on her death anniversary. After all, I was coming, and if you couldn’t hold back from hitting me, it would be disrespectful to her…”

The woman in nude high heels didn’t respond, maintaining her stance of refusing conversation.

She stood five meters away from Moli Lan on the stone steps, speaking so little it was pitiful.

Only Moli Lan seemed eager to confide: “Chi Yi, has she ever appeared in your dreams?”

At the sound of that name, Xie Shaoyun nearly lost her balance and tumbled from Moli Lan’s grip, almost turning into a disabled skeleton.

Now she finally understood why she was here, Chi Yi had summoned her!

“Try to move on. The dead can’t come back to life. Xie ” Moli Lan’s voice faltered, as if the name was too painful to utter. Her tone grew choked, and she laughed bitterly. “She was ruthless…”

Chi Yi finally spoke: “Are you done?”

“Done? These past two years, do you know how I’ve lived? Every night, the moment I close my eyes, I see Xie Shaoyun, emaciated, lying lifeless on the operating table. Her bulging eyes glare at me, saying, ‘Jian Qing, you’re so useless, always picking up what I’ve discarded.’”

Jian Qing crouched down in agony, covering her mouth to stifle the ugly sobs.

“She chose to forgive everyone around her, even finished her last tattoo for a client before she died.”

Jian Qing said, “Only me she didn’t!”

Chi Yi had no interest in listening further. She cast a cold glance at Jian Qing and said icily, “You brought that on yourself. Where’s my necklace?”

“You’re no better than me.” The words seemed to provoke Jian Qing. “Do you know why this necklace ended up with me? Because she thought I was No. 1 she wanted me to reunite with you. Even in death, she ridiculously tried to donate a kidney for you.”

“Enough.” Chi Yi’s face paled instantly.

Jian Qing wiped her tears. “The world never treated her kindly, so she never treated us kindly either.”

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting shifting shadows across Chi Yi’s face.

From the skeleton necklace’s vantage point, Xie Shaoyun could see Chi Yi’s clenched fingers. She seemed to be exerting immense self-control to suppress the urge to tear someone apart. With an expressionless face, she told Jian Qing, “It was us who failed to treat her kindly not the world.”

“People like you, Jian Qing, and people like me, what right do we have to disturb her rest?”

The words acted like a fuse, igniting Jian Qing’s anger once more.

Xie Shaoyun had been watching the drama unfold when suddenly, the skeleton necklace was flung into the air. Her body traced a parabolic arc before the woman named Chi Yi or rather, Jian Qing, viciously slammed her onto the cold stone tiles.

The necklace felt no pain, and neither did Xie Shaoyun, but the disrespectful treatment still pissed her off.

The fall sent her temper flaring. The necklace rolled to the side of the tombstone, and without a second thought, Xie Shaoyun cleared her throat and, in a ghostly tone, threatened, “Jian Qing.”

Her voice in this soul state was different from when she had a body more careless, with a slightly upturned lilt of impatience.

To Xie Shaoyun’s ears, it sounded lighter, huskier, and far more sinister than when she was alive.

As the ghostly voice demanding a life faded, Jian Qing’s face instantly turned pale. She hastily took two steps back, her heels teetering over the edge, before collapsing forward in a straight fall.

Xie Shaojun saw her forehead hit the stone with a heavy thud, a lump quickly swelling on her head.

Her entire body seemed to have taken a brutal impact, yet she didn’t stay down for more than a few seconds. One of her legs appeared severely injured, leaving her unable to stand. Instead, Jian Qing crawled on her knees, dragging herself across the ground like a madwoman, inching toward the tombstone.

Her eyes fixed intently on the grave as she asked, “Xie Shaojun, is that you?”

“I’m here!”

“Call my name again!”

Startled by the stranger suddenly calling out her name, Xie Shaojun froze in guilty confusion. Slowly, she lifted her skeletal head, only to realize seconds later that Jian Qing wasn’t calling for her, but for the person inside the tomb.

At the same time.

A horrifying sight unfolded. Xie Shaojun, her face twisted in terror, lurched forward, leaping over a stone step and nearly plunging into the abyss-like chasm beside her. At the last possible moment, Chi Yi caught her, lifting her into a higher vantage point. For a long time, Xie Shaojun stared at the tombstone.

Because engraved on it were the words:

“Tomb of Xie Shaojun.”