"Prophecy painting?"
Li Zhining withdrew his hand from Shi Ling's and walked forward on his own. "So you experienced the scene in that painting?"
Shi Ling: "I saw the scene in that painting."
Li Zhining paused slightly, and was stunned for a moment, as if he was a little puzzled. "See? Where did you see her?"
Shi Ling: "On the train a hundred years ago. Who was that person who looked exactly like me?"
At that time, she was probably sending Zhao Xingbang back and accidentally wandered into another time. She heard the passengers' conversation on the steam train and roughly guessed the time.
Li Zhining did not answer Shi Ling's question, but asked anxiously: "Did she say anything?"
Shi Ling: "She said she likes me very much."
Li Zhining seemed silent for a few seconds, "Did she see you?"
Shi Ling: "Yeah, no one else can see me, who is she?"
Li Zhining had sensed a difference in Shi Ling as soon as she came out of the operating room, as if the person she was familiar with was gradually returning. But it wasn't until this moment that she suddenly understood something. She muttered to herself in a trance, "So that's it..."
Shi Ling was almost dying of anxiety, "What? Can you please stop speaking half-heartedly?"
Li Zhining: "You'll know later."
Shi Ling: "You'll know it anyway, so just tell me now."
Li Zhining refused coldly: "No. And don't mention this to anyone else."
There is no room for error. No one knows what chain reaction the flapping of a butterfly's wings will trigger.
She accidentally realized that the man who had gambled his life a hundred years ago had concealed the truth from the world, and she must not let anyone ruin her plan. Not even herself!
Shi Ling certainly wouldn't mention the incident on the steam train to anyone she met, not even to Qin Niao. Even to get information from Li Zhining, she didn't go into detail about what happened on the train. At the time, she felt the cheongsam-clad woman infuse her with spiritual energy, but she didn't tell Li Zhining about it.
Shi Ling was extremely certain that Li Zhining knew that person: "Then tell me, who is that person who looks like me?"
Li Zhining didn't say anything.
But Shi Ling suddenly said seriously: "She is me, right?"
Li Zhining was stunned. "You...remembered it?"
Shi Ling was also shocked: "Fuck, is she really me? I just made a random guess based on the most outrageous possibility, and I guessed it right? I thought she looked at me with such gentle and loving eyes, she must be my great-grandmother!"
Li Zhining: “…”
Shi Ling asked curiously, "Who was I in my previous life? A Xuanmen practitioner? How did I die?"
Li Zhining had a blank expression on her face, fearing that Shi Ling was trying to trick her again: "Stop guessing."
Shi Ling nodded: "Okay, then I won't ask her. Then who are you, Li Zhining?"
Li Zhining didn't say anything.
Shi Ling thought about the strange people around her and guessed, "The Killing Angel Xila?"
Li Zhining seemed a little annoyed: "I'm not her!"
Shi Ling: "Oh, you know her."
"Shi Ling!"
Shi Ling smiled and said, "I'm here. Just tell me so I don't have to guess. If you don't, I'll go find Xila to make a deal and ask her."
However, when she said this, Li Zhining seemed to have heard something funny, "You go."
If Xila dares to make a deal with Shi Ling, her name will be written backwards.
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