Chapter 136 136 There must be something missing in this world.
Su Xiaoyuan disappeared just like that, completely and cleanly, without even a strand of hair left, as if she had never been in this world.
There was only a pile of clothes in Fu Tingyun's arms, and there was no scent of her on them.
It was as if everything about her was just a madman's fantasy.
But Fu Tingyun did not feel her leaving. He always felt that she would reappear in the next moment and fill his arms.
She disappeared, and he knew it earlier than she did. He was even the one who caused it. But this fact still didn't feel real, as if there was a transparent wall between it and his consciousness.
He stood behind the wall and watched coldly as this fact raged like a storm, knowing that the wall would collapse at an unexpected moment and that the storm would eventually tear him apart and devour him, but at this moment he felt nothing.
A voice in his heart told him that it was time to take action. The next three days were crucial. The system could have immediately rewinded time, but it deliberately left three days, waiting for him to collapse, become possessed, and bring about his own destruction.
However, this also gave him an opportunity, as he had three more days to prepare before going back.
Fu Tingyun understood everything. He had to act before the storm arrived, but his body felt like it had turned to stone, and everything seemed meaningless. He could only lie on his side, motionless, waiting for her to return.
The pain has not yet found him, but the chance of life has left with her.
…
The next day after Su Xiaoyuan woke up, she finally left the EICU and was transferred to the general ward.
It turned out to be only seven days since the accident. She had four broken ribs, a comminuted fracture of her left leg, varying degrees of damage to her lungs and spleen, and a contusion and hemorrhage in her brain. She had been in a coma since emergency surgery, and her condition had taken a turn for the worse yesterday, with a critical illness notice issued.
Even the doctor said it was a miracle that he was saved.
These are what her parents told her after the situation stabilized.
Ms. Su's eyelids are still swollen, and there are a few gray hairs mixed in with her once jet-black hair. Teacher Cheng has also lost weight and looked unrecognizable. They both used to look youthful, but now they seem to have aged ten years.
As soon as she saw them, tears started to fall from her eyes and she felt full of guilt.
If she had been more careful on the road, perhaps the accident could have been avoided.
However, if there had not been this car accident, she would not have entered the world of the book, met those lovely people, and met Fu Tingyun.
When she thought of Fu Tingyun, she felt like something hit her heart.
The strange thing was that she felt no pain, as if her heart had been given a painkiller injection. Although she knew the wound was there, she felt dull and numb, and everything seemed unreal.
Does that world really exist? Does Fu Tingyun really exist? She had doubted it more than once since she woke up.
Maybe it was just a strange dream she had during the few days she was in a coma.
But are dreams really that real? Are the people in dreams that vivid?
She found that she had no way to prove it, and the only proof was an extra memory in her mind.
There was only one way to verify it - the confidentiality agreement she and the system finally signed stipulated that as long as she told others about her book-traveling experience, the system would automatically erase her memory.
But she couldn't use it.
"Yuanyuan, what are you thinking about?" Ms. Su asked her. "Are you feeling unwell? Does your head still hurt?"
Ever since she woke up again, Ms. Su has been a little cautious, as if she was afraid that a loud volume would scare her.
Su Xiaoyuan had never seen her like this before. Her nose felt sore and she quickly shook her head: "Mom, I'm fine. It doesn't hurt."
"That's good. Tell mom if you feel uncomfortable."
Ms. Su looked toward the door and seemed to be talking to herself: "Why hasn't your dad come back yet after going back to make fish soup?"
Su Xiaoyuan knew she was a little embarrassed; mother and daughter rarely spent time together like this. Their family was a typical family of strict mother and kind father. Ms. Su was career-oriented and strong-willed, while Teacher Cheng was more relaxed and devoted more energy to the family. Therefore, her father had been the one who raised her most since she was a child.
When the two of them are together, it seems that the only topic they talk about is studies.
Now is certainly not the time to talk about studies.
"Your college roommates came to see you this morning, but you were asleep at that time. They said they would come over when they have time. Those kids are really nice. Thank them when you return to school," said Ms. Su.
She had already said it once, but Su Xiaoyuan didn't remind her.
"Do you want to play with your phone for a while?" Ms. Su asked again.
Su Xiaoyuan shook her head: "No need."
The most obvious effect of time travel was that she lost her desire for her mobile phone.
"Don't worry about schoolwork. Take care of your health first," Ms. Su added. "When school starts again, your father and I will arrange for you to take a year off."
Su Xiaoyuan was a little surprised. She thought that Ms. Su would definitely not be willing to let her take a year off from school, so she wanted her to go back to school as long as she had breath.
"It's still winter vacation. Let's see after a while. Maybe I can go back to school."
Ms. Su's eyes widened, and she finally regained some of her usual demeanor. "What's more important, your health or your studies? Take this opportunity to have a good rest for a year. Mom won't be teaching you in the key classes this year, so I'll be home with you more. When you're well, we can go traveling together."
Su Xiaoyuan looked at her in surprise.
Ms. Su turned her face away embarrassedly and pretended to organize the bouquet of flowers that her roommate had sent when she visited him.
She was a person who could not sit still. She felt uncomfortable sitting by the bed doing nothing. She leaned over to touch her daughter's forehead, tucked in the corner of the quilt for her, and then loosened the quilt for fear that she would sweat. She slowed down the drip and then adjusted it back to the original speed.
Su Xiaoyuan was helpless: "Mom, please sit down and play with your phone for a while, don't be busy."
Ms. Su: "What's so fun about mobile phones? I don't know why you kids play with your phones all day... Do you want to play with your phones? Mommy won't nag you anymore."
Su Xiaoyuan laughed dumbly: "I don't want to play. I feel dizzy just looking at the screen."
Ms. Su said "Oh" and suddenly thought of something: "Do you feel uncomfortable? Can I wipe you with a hot towel?"
After hearing what she said, Su Xiaoyuan felt a little sticky, so she nodded and said okay.
Ms. Su brought a basin of hot water, unbuttoned her hospital gown, and began to wipe her carefully.
She was not used to taking care of people, and her movements were a little unfamiliar and clumsy, but Su Xiaoyuan still felt warm in her heart.
"Huh..." Ms. Su suddenly said in surprise.
"What's wrong?"
"Do you have a mole on your chest? I don't remember it being there when you were a child," Ms. Su asked curiously. "When did it appear?"
Su Xiaoyuan's breath stopped and the blood in her body seemed to stop flowing in an instant.
She lowered her head and took a look, and saw the blood-red mole on her chest.
It's real, everything is real, it's not a dream, nor is it a memory disorder.
It was as if an invisible shell had shattered, and heart-wrenching pain surged towards her like a tide.
Fu Tingyun is real, so losing him is also real.
"What's wrong with Yuanyuan?" Ms. Su was at a loss. "Did Mommy's hand hurt you because I was too rough? Don't cry, baby. What's wrong? Where does it hurt? I'll call a doctor..."
Su Xiaoyuan grabbed her hand and shook her head, but her tears still flowed and wet the pillow.
Can't say anything, can't tell anyone.
She was in so much pain that she couldn't breathe. She could only hold her mother's hand tightly and call that name over and over in her heart.
…
"Hello, elite host S04. System 0127 is at your service. The reference materials have been transmitted. Please read them carefully and select the time to enter World 117."
"No need." said a lazy female voice.
"But this is the closest to success out of 771 attempts, and it's very valuable for reference," the system said. "Over 300 elite consciousnesses have tried this before, but all ended in failure and suffered varying degrees of damage, until the launch of the 'Star Shattering Plan'..."
"With all due respect, your plan is a joke," the woman said. "Capturing dying consciousnesses from another world, throwing them into a high-risk world, and hoping for a lucky break is a complete joke."
"But we achieved a breakthrough during our last reboot, and that amateur host was the one closest to success..."
"Close to success, but not yet," the female voice laughed. "Those so-called 'elites' of yours are just too useless. If it weren't for those annoying old bastards on the Ethics Committee, I would have taken over this world long ago."
"Although the host has made remarkable achievements, World 117 is different from other projects... During the last reboot, the target even kidnapped two of my colleagues. They were severely traumatized and are still receiving treatment..."
The female voice chuckled, and said with interest: "I heard about it, and I really can't wait to play with him. Just wait and see how I play him badly, and then slowly kill him. Just don't hold me back."
"Host, are you really not considering replicating the successful experience from the previous round?"
"I said, I have my own way and don't need the experience of an amateur consciousness." The female voice sounded a little annoyed.
System No. 0127 was helpless. The host No. S04 was an S-level elite consciousness. Although he was ranked fourth, he was the one who rose in the ranking the fastest and had the highest winning rate. He had gone on hundreds of missions and had never been defeated.
However, what she is best known for is not her extraordinary business ability, but her radical methods and quirks - she likes to torture and kill the subjects after completing the mission, and was therefore accused by the Ethics Committee.
The charges against her were dropped thanks to the fact that World No. 117 was too troublesome and the higher-ups had no other options but to activate this dangerous element.
After giving all the advice it could, if the host still refused to listen, it could only try its best to assist.
"Host, please select a time node." said the system.
"Let's choose the time after he was seriously injured and before Tai Yan's entrance trial."
After a pause, he said, "By the way, remember to eliminate the error in that puppet body you mentioned."
"Yes. Does the host need to change his identity?"
"No need. The identity of the Hehuan Demon Girl suits me perfectly, doesn't it?"
…
Something is wrong.
Fu Tingyun's heart sank inexplicably, as if he had missed a step.
He happened to be lying on the black ice bed in the bedroom of Wuji Palace on Longji Peak - perhaps it was not good, because he had re-sealed the Chaos Realm not long ago, and his soul and meridians were severely damaged. Before transferring his soul into the puppet body, he could only lie motionless, and every inch of him was in pain from head to toe, from inside to outside.
But this is normal, it was normal until this moment.
In just a blink of an eye, something seemed different.
He seemed to have lost something important, something vital to his life.
This was odd, because nothing mattered to him, not even his life, nothing he really cared about.
My heart feels inexplicably empty, as if a piece of it has been taken away.
What was different? He slowly turned his head and looked at the familiar bedroom.
Under the illumination of the colorless shadowless lamp, the place is the same gray no matter what season or time it is. This should make him feel comfortable, but he inexplicably feels that this shouldn't be the case.
Nothing is right.
He couldn't wait to go out and see.
The puppet body that Yanshi Sect had just sent was lying nearby. The brothers and sisters would arrive in half an hour to protect him.
In fact, there is no need. For him, moving a soul is as easy as drinking water, but he usually doesn't go against them to avoid being nagged, especially by his second senior brother.
But he couldn't wait for half an hour, let alone half an hour. He had to find that thing immediately.
He cast a spell to transfer his soul, and a moment later he was in the puppet's body.
Everything went smoothly, why did it go so smoothly?
No, success was a matter of course, why was he surprised?
Fu Tingyun sat up, stretched his arms and legs, and walked out of the hall.
He didn't know where to start, so he walked towards the warehouse, but turned back halfway.
No, it couldn't be the things in the warehouse. There was nothing in the warehouse that he really cared about. It didn't matter even if they were all burned.
He looked around and saw the same scenery everywhere: the roads were straight, the gardens were spacious, and even the trees were trimmed into neat shapes by the puppets.
He walked along the corridor, like a wandering soul that could not find its way home, wandering on instinct.
Instinct led him to a side hall.
He cast a spell to open the door, but it was still a bare courtyard.
The moment he pushed the door open, he was surprised again, as if he should see a completely different scene.
He crossed the courtyard, climbed the steps, and opened the closed door.
The moment he pushed open the door, he was shocked to find that his hands could not stop shaking.
However, it was empty inside, the same gray color as the main hall.
He stepped over the threshold and looked around. The gray seemed to condense into a thick, damp shroud, covering his head and almost suffocating him.
He couldn't stay there any longer, so he immediately left and locked the door.
He walked through the entire Wuji Palace and found nothing more or less.
But he was certain that something was missing in the world.
It is something more important than his life.
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