Chapter 58 Nezha is taking a lie detector test.
Why is this happening?
Ping Yuyang's smile abruptly stopped, and she turned around sharply as if she realized something.
That light film is still there.
Pingyu tentatively tried to walk back, but her body could still pass through. She stretched her neck to check, and behind the membrane was still her pale sea of consciousness.
Just in case, she went back behind the door first.
00:33:36
And as time goes by, the numbers starting from the end decrease sharply one by one, resembling a countdown.
When did the tablet start keeping track of time?
From the moment she entered her sea of consciousness, she seemed to be constantly raising questions that no one could answer.
Pingyu roughly calculated the time spent completing the mechanism and exiting the gate twice. He mentally estimated a reference range of "5 to 7" and substituted it into the timing system on the tablet, concluding that it was most likely a 30-minute timer.
If the time is recorded starting from when the door is opened, what happens when the time ends?
The passage is closed? Will I be stuck inside forever?
Anyway...
Excitement, tension, confusion—everything was churning her brain into a complete mess.
Let's go in and take a look.
The girl pinched her fingertips to try and calm herself down, then stepped back into the room.
Almost every day, she would review everything from the past before going to bed.
Pingyu was terrified that he would be completely assimilated into the Shang Dynasty.
Then she would no longer be that high school student Lin Pingyu, but only the only daughter of the Lin family now.
She didn't think Lin Dong and Xue Yue'e were bad people; it was just that she had feelings she herself didn't understand...
Pingyu doesn't want to forget.
The girl stepped back from the wardrobe and began to look around.
No wonder she felt it was so familiar when the tablet was spat out at the Gate of Hell. If this really was her home in the modern world, then the device embedded in the door was the secondhand fruit board she had bought at the seafood market.
Pingyu's first reaction was to leave the room; she needed to know how her parents were doing.
She placed her hand on the doorknob, but found herself unable to grasp it. It was as if there was an invisible barrier between the doorknob and the girl's palm, making it impossible for her to hold on.
The door won't open.
She lives on the ninth floor, so the possibility of her challenging Newton's ideas through unconventional means is not high.
Helpless, Pingyu had no choice but to explore the possibilities at home first.
Just outside the door is the dressing table.
On the table, she saw her Dabao face cream, and the package still contained unopened items. If she could take these things back, she wanted to take them all, repackage them, and give them to Xue Yue'e. But as she picked up the items from the table, Ping Yu suddenly stopped. She remained bent over, as if the pause button had been pressed. A bead of sweat quickly formed on her forehead, trickling down the corner of her eye.
She stared at the vanity mirror, her eyes wide with disbelief.
The mirror surface was completely empty.
Mingming was facing the mirror, but the girl's image was not reflected in it; only the small-sized Dabao floated in mid-air.
Because the room is small and space is limited, the dressing table is positioned to face the bed.
Everything is clear.
Pingyu saw a person lying on the bed.
She turned around stiffly, her unease reaching its peak when she saw the face of the person on the bed.
The person on the bed was fast asleep, surrounded by dolls, her eyes closed. She was tall, and the 1.75-meter bed seemed barely long for a young girl. Ping Yu looked at the few small moles on her face, and the hairs on his body stood on end as if static electricity were flowing through him.
This is what Pingyu looks like when he grows up, his high school self.
She had been working too hard preparing for the college entrance exam, and when she closed her eyes and fell asleep, she was transported into Xue Yue'e's womb.
Because it was a case of transmigration during rebirth, Ping Yu initially believed that he must have died suddenly, which was why he had transmigrated.
But now, the body in modern society lies back in its original state on the bed.
The amount of information in the room was overwhelming, so Pingyu simply crouched down, covering his head in his hands.
"What on earth is going on...?"
Everything is intertwined, but one thing is clear.
Instantly, a bright light shone forth.
A sudden, squeezing sensation threw her out of the room.
Pingyu, who had fallen to the ground, didn't even have time to cry out in pain before he saw his school uniform and Dabao face cream being sucked back behind the door.
Does this prove that modern products cannot be brought back to ancient times?
This is also good news for Pingyu.
Just like last time, the girl's body began to dissolve into flowing water.
The sea of consciousness was driving her out.
Once his body had completely merged with the celestial river water on the ground, Pingyu opened his eyes again.
Before my eyes, there was no longer that desolate white space, but a bed and ceiling made of mahogany.
She was soaked and sticky all over, covered in sweat.
Pingyu reached out and touched his forehead; the fever had subsided.
"woke up?"
The boy's voice came from the side.
Ping Yu was momentarily dazed, then turned his head away: "What I just did... um?"
The words caught in his throat. Nezha remained seated on the couch, but his expression was grim, giving him a fierce air. Perhaps realizing his reaction had been too intense, the boy quickly suppressed his hostility the moment Nezha's gaze fell upon him. He helped Pingyu sit up and said, "You just lost your soul."
Lost...lost my soul!?
Pingyu wanted to ask herself how long she had slept.
To her surprise, Nezha continued, "Ever since you fell into a coma, I haven't been able to sense your three souls and seven spirits. I searched all over Chen Tang Pass, but I couldn't find your spirit anywhere. If you hadn't woken up in time, I would have gone to Jin Guang Cave to ask my master for help."
"How could that be? I was just..."
At this point, Pingyu abruptly stopped.
She had just been behind the Gate of Hell.
"How long did I sleep?" the girl asked, changing her mind.
"One and a half hours."
Nezha remembers the time perfectly.
The tablet's timer is set for half an hour.
The flow rates of time are different on both sides.
Once she had completed one-sixth of the Ghost Gate, she was summoned into her sea of consciousness, and action prompts began popping up on her tablet.
Behind the door is her room, her body.
Moreover, modern things cannot be brought back to ancient times.
He only allowed Pingyu to see it, but not to experience it.
Like supermarket samples or trial packs, such as carrots hanging from a mule's head.
The sea of consciousness released the pie it had drawn, urging her to quickly collect the twenty-four ghosts.
Since the modern body is still preserved, does that mean that after collecting the complete Ghost Gate Encyclopedia...
Is it possible for her to actually return to the modern era?
Nezha said that during the time she was unconscious, her body could not be sensed by her soul.
So, she really did go back to her home!
What should be done with this body from ancient times?
Nezha stared blankly at the girl after he finished answering the question. He was still bothered by what Ping Yu hadn't finished saying.
"What were you just doing?"
Revisiting the topic that had been diverted, Nezha cupped Pingyu's face and asked, "Did the fever make you stupid?"
She came to her senses and didn't know how to answer the question.
Although she already considered Nezha a friend, she didn't want to tell him that she came from the future. Pingyu thought for a while and decided to only tell him half: "Mingming is on the other side of the Ghost Gate, and we've already collected four ghosts."
As she spoke, she smiled at the boy and said, "At this rate, my life-threatening situation will be resolved soon!"
"Oh, I see." Nezha's response was flat, his clear black and white eyes like those of a hawk, gripping her tightly.
The boy asked again, "And then?"
“There’s no ‘then’,” Ping Yu’s heart tightened, but he didn’t show it on his face: “Then I woke up.”
The girl looked bewildered and asked, "Nezha, why do you ask that?"
Nezha didn't respond; he scrutinized the other person with a blank expression.
No, that's not what he wants to hear.
Given the unfinished context of what Ping Yu had just said, what she wanted to say was not so simple.
She must have just gone somewhere.
It was a place he couldn't find even after searching the entire Chentang Pass.
Are you hiding something from me?
Nezha gave Pingyu another chance.
"No."
The girl was surprised by her companion's keen observation, and even more terrified that after these words, he covered her neck with his hand.
I didn't hear you clearly just now, let me ask you again.
Nezha's thumb pressed down on Pingyu's carotid artery.
"Healed."
He asked, "After the Gate of Hell, where did you go and what did you do?"
His tone was calm, but his peaceful gaze gave the impression that a storm was brewing.
The shadow fell, like a colossal creature baring its fangs.
Pingyu dared not move or speak.
Because she knew what the other person was doing.
Emotional changes can excite the sympathetic nervous system, leading to a faster heart rate and higher blood pressure.
Nezha is testing her for lies.
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