Chapter 416 The little girl from the orphanage who looks like Gu Yang

Ah Zhu is very familiar with such scenes.

Everything was still at this moment, the only difference was that the girl in the white dress was walking towards him.

Ah Zhu thought that as long as he closed his eyes and jumped out of the window, everything would be reset and he would return to this morning. He would wake up in bed again and be able to eat the century egg and lean meat porridge cooked by his mother again.

However, the pain of the body colliding with the ground came.

He opened his eyes in pain, but did not see the soft big bed and peaceful morning he had expected.

The still world was put back into play, fires raged, cries rose to the sky, and the sirens of ambulances and fire trucks blared.

The water jets washed over the burned walls to cool them down, the fire gradually died down, the thick smoke was replaced by water mist, and the vine-covered walls were left charred.

People covered with white cloth were carried out of the residential building one after another.

The world seemed to have been accelerated, and everything was changing rapidly, a scene he had never experienced in his previous loop. Every time he jumped off the building, the loop would restart.

People were coming and going around him, but the girl in the white dress in front of him was the only one standing motionless, looking down at him quietly. Her beauty was so cold and aloof, like a painting that was not tainted by the mundane world.

Ah Zhu, wearing black-rimmed glasses that had been smoked, looked at Shi Ling with tears in his eyes and a painfully hoarse voice: "Why, why didn't you help me stop all this from happening? And why did you make it all stop when I was in the most pain, why! "

There were also many netizens in the live broadcast room who did not understand Shi Ling.

[Yeah, why didn't Shi Ling save people? Isn't she kind and compassionate? Why did she watch so many people die without doing anything?]

But some knowledgeable people saw through Shi Ling's intentions: "Do you still remember, Shi Ling said, this is what happened ten years ago. Ten years ago, everything that happened has already happened, what's the point in stopping it? It's already happened, this is just a replay of what happened before."

[That "prisoner of time" is too pitiful]

Is it more painful to repeat the destruction of a warm and beautiful life, or to face the consequences of a bleak life? The former, while offering a little warmth and hope for change, is rewarded with endless torment, while the latter is an irreversible, thunderous blow. Since nothing can be changed, a short pain is better than a long one.

People always imagine the past again and again, trying to change what has happened, but they can only clearly realize again and again that the past is the past.

The golden array pattern under Shi Ling's feet flickered, and he seemed a little confused: "Didn't you ask me to save you? Didn't I help you break out of the cycle?"

Ah Zhu looked up at her with a dusty face and said in a hoarse voice, "That's not the case."

“That’s right!”

Old man Chen fell into reminiscence, speaking anxiously and somewhat incoherently, "It was this fire! Ten years ago, I saw a fire on Hemu Street, and the scene was almost exactly the same as this year. Then I went in to help put out the fire. What I remember most clearly was that the fire started at the Shen family's house because of a gas explosion in their neighbor's house.

Unfortunately, the Shen family was out that day, leaving the two children locked inside. At first, no one noticed, but a group of children from the orphanage were passing by. One girl, with good hearing, heard the noises and asked a man with tattoos on the street to help him rescue the children. Then the fire department arrived, and once we got out of Harmony Street, everything changed.

As Old Man Chen spoke, his eyes looked around.

Suddenly, when he saw some small radishes, he became excited and motioned Shi Ling to look.

"I remember correctly. Look, those are the five children. It was the girl holding the orange cat who saved the Shen siblings."

Shi Ling looked in the direction of the sound. The group of children were so good-looking that she couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Two women and three men, all gathered around a little girl holding an orange cat. The girl, with gentle eyes and eyebrows, looked like a fairy. She was carefully holding the orange cat, whose fur had been burned off by the fire, and talking to her friends.

Shi Ling looked at the girl holding the orange cat from afar and felt that her gentle and stunning appearance was somewhat familiar, a bit like someone she knew, Gu Yang. However, Dr. Gu Yang was the heir to the Gu family in the imperial capital, and Old Man Chen said that those good-looking children were orphans from the Yunqi Orphanage.

As the group of children walked away into the world at the end of the old street, Shi Ling withdrew his gaze.

Old man Chen recalled to himself, and the foam in his memory was finally washed away.

What happened ten years ago gradually became clear.

Old Man Chen muttered in a trance, as if in a dream: "My wife and son have never entered this street. From beginning to end, I was the only one who entered. They didn't disappear, it was me who disappeared. After crossing this street, I walked into a world without them. It was my memory that was made consistent by the logic of this world."

He looked at the end of the street. The glaring light made it difficult for him to adapt, so he walked out.

At that moment, I suddenly became ten years younger.

A young man walked quickly up to him and said, "Dad, are you okay? I saw on the news that there was a fire on Harmony Street."

When Old Man Chen saw his son Chen Xu, he suddenly hugged him and said in a choked voice, "I'm fine, Xu'er. Dad almost didn't get to see you."

Chen Xu was startled. "Dad, I'm glad you're okay. Come home quickly. Mom has cooked dinner and is waiting for you at home."

Chen Xu supported Old Man Chen and walked slowly towards home.

Old man Chen looked back, and everything on Hemu Street gradually became blurred. The girl standing at the end of the world was like a god above time, emitting eternal light.

Netizens were stunned: "How amazing! It turns out this old street leads to another world. So Harmony Street doesn't exist at all, is it all in another world?"

[After Old Man Chen passes away, will our world's memory of him disappear?]

[I'm so curious about what's in that other world. Shi Ling, please take us there. I wonder if it's a parallel world. Will there be another me? I wonder if he's slacking off at the early morning party like me, hahaha.]

Shi Ling saw the comments from netizens, smiled, and said, "Take you to see another world? No way. If I go there, the balance will be disrupted, and that world will collapse."

Netizens asked: [Why? ]

Shi Ling didn't know why, but when netizens asked her if it was possible, this answer popped up in her mind, as natural as the sun rising from the east.

She joked, "Maybe it's because that world is science fiction, and our world is fantasy."

So many people had died in that world, yet she hadn't even seen any souls. However, the physiques of those beautiful children seemed to be different from those of ordinary people.

She wasn't sure if there would be someone exactly like her in that world, but she was certain there wouldn't be another her. She was the one and only Shi Ling in this world.

Shi Ling raised his hand, and countless light patterns floated in the air, interweaving into a strange seal in the sky above the old street.

The old street fades away like a faded watercolor painting.

In the space where two worlds overlapped, the door at the end of the world slammed shut as she raised her hand.

Her movements were smooth and fluid, as if she had repeated the task of repairing the space thousands of times.

The surroundings were desolate and overgrown with weeds, exactly the same as the scene that Old Man Chen had taken with his mobile phone before.

Netizens were extremely surprised.

[Fuck, no wonder everyone online says Shi Ling is a goddess girl. Even our Heyun Temple Taoist Priest Lin Feng can't do this.]

[Our Xuanxian Sect’s old master wouldn’t either]

[Even our Lingxu Sect Master cannot do this]

[Goodness me, I thought I was the only casual Xuanmen cultivator who wasn't catching ghosts all day, watching Shi Ling's supernatural live broadcast with a bunch of Muggles with great interest. I didn't expect so many disciples from major sects to be secretly watching Shi Ling's live broadcast.]

Those Xuanmen disciples who were hiding were all blown out, and they all said that they were not as powerful as Shi Ling.

Of course, some netizens thought they were just playing with memes, and thought it was quite realistic, so they followed suit.

[My Huilong Sect expresses that it is not as capable as Shi Ling, and sincerely invites Shi Ling to become the leader of the Huilong Sect.]

Our egg yolk pie is not very cold either.

[Our Divine Moon Cult's Pope and priests don't have this ability, but our omnipotent Junior Grandmaster is definitely capable of this!]

Xuanmen disciples: [!!!]

【How did this weird guy sneak in? 】

What are you waiting for? Report it!

Muggle netizens: […Report??? Why not challenge? Are you guys in the Xuanmen sect so down-to-earth?]

Shi Ling stopped paying attention to the live broadcast room and looked at Azhu lying on the ground.

Ah Zhu looked at the wasteland around him and seemed to be a little overwhelmed. "It's not like this... I don't want to break out of the cycle this way..."

Shi Ling: "Oh, you mean to stop everything from happening. But is that interesting? Didn't everything already happen? It's just the fulfillment of your beautiful dream. After waking up from the dream, you still have to face what you have to face."

Azhu looked at Shi Ling in silence.

Shi Ling's delicate, picturesque features shone with a cold, indifferent expression. "You didn't need me to save you at all. It was you who refused to accept reality and wanted to change the predetermined outcome, so you went through this cycle again and again, revising it time and again. You've almost forgotten the original version, haven't you? Are you still resentful about why your family abandoned you and fled during the fire?"

Shi Ling's voice is like the key that unlocks the memory lock.

It turned out that he was the only one who died in the fire.

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Where is the other world at the end of the old street? Have you guessed it?