Chapter 10 The Doomsday Clock: Will the end of the world really come?
The once noisy hall instantly fell silent, and even the flow of air seemed to stop.
All the members of the Sheng family looked at each other in disbelief, unable to believe what they had just heard.
Only Butler Wang, who hadn't heard the whispers, looked around in confusion: "Madam? Young Master? Why aren't you saying anything?"
After Ling Shu finished her reflections, she was about to step down the stairs when she noticed that the atmosphere had suddenly changed.
Sheng Zhujun, who was not far from her, also changed her expression.
Sheng Zhujun, of course, also heard this.
It turns out that Ling Shu's feelings weren't just directed at her, but at the entire Sheng family.
In the small hall, Qin Hong stood up in shock, looking around for the source of the voice, and then saw Sheng Zhujun and Ling Shu standing at the top of the stairs.
She opened her mouth, wanting to ask Sheng Zhujun, "Did you hear that?" "What was that sound just now?"
But to her horror, she found herself unable to bring herself to ask the question.
Other members of the Sheng family were also babbling, wanting to ask questions, but they couldn't get them out.
Having experienced all of this, Sheng Zhujun understands what her family is doing right now.
She took a few steps forward and said loudly, "Everyone, keep chatting! Shushu is tired, I'll take her to rest first!"
Ling Shu was unaware that her unintentional remark had triggered an area-of-effect attack. Without giving it much thought, she smiled and greeted the Sheng family before following Sheng Zhujun downstairs.
The Sheng family members were left terrified, muttering "Aba aba" all over the place.
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After settling Ling Shu in, Sheng Zhujun said goodnight to her and made an appointment to have breakfast with her the next day. Then she closed the door, said goodbye, and quickly returned to the third floor.
She returned to the small hall and saw her family members still trying to "baba" along, while only Butler Wang stood awkwardly in the middle, looking around in fear, not knowing what had happened.
Sheng Zhujun sighed and waved to Butler Wang: "Uncle Wang, you've worked hard too, go and rest first. And the doctors, go and rest too."
Butler Wang snapped out of his daze and realized that something must have happened that was inappropriate for outsiders to be present.
He nodded calmly, directed the doctor and other servants to leave, and then followed them out of the small hall on the third floor.
The huge third floor was now empty except for the Sheng family members in the small hall and Sheng Yun Shen in the ward next door.
The ward door was not closed, and Sheng Yunshen, with his keen hearing, could clearly hear the voices of everyone in the small hall in the darkness.
Sheng Zhujun guessed correctly. After all the outsiders left, the Sheng family members finally stopped babbling and were able to speak.
The first to speak was her eldest brother, Sheng Yunqi: "Junjun, what's going on? What was that sound just now? Why can't I ask it?"
She began by recounting the first thought she heard.
"...I've read similar novels. The voice we heard was probably Shushu's inner voice. Only the Sheng family can hear Shushu's inner voice; no one else can, not even Uncle Wang."
“Shushu’s true feelings must be genuine.”
After all, she had personally verified it.
Jian Yicheng, who was always obedient and impeccable to her, would actually abandon her when faced with a life-or-death situation.
The so-called "best friend" Ling Xinyao is actually so selfish and ruthless that she will do anything to survive.
Having gone through all of this, Sheng Zhujun felt that her worldview had been reshaped.
"So that's how it is..."
Qin Hong hugged Sheng Zhujun with heartache.
She only knew the general situation from Butler Wang before, and hadn't had a chance to ask Sheng Zhujun for clarification. She never imagined that the process would be so complicated.
The amount of information in this matter was so vast that even she couldn't digest and absorb it all at once.
In the small hall, the Sheng family members looked at each other, their faces showing confusion and unease.
The eldest brother, Sheng Yunqi, spoke first, his voice hoarse, asking the question that everyone cared about most: "So... Ling Shu's feelings are true, the apocalypse... the apocalypse really will come, right?"
Sheng Zhujun lowered her eyes, concealing the unease within, and answered softly, "I think... yes."
It's only five words, but it's so difficult to say them.
The small hall fell completely silent; no one spoke, and the atmosphere was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone was wondering, would the end of the world really come in two months?
In that quiet moment, the antique clock in the corner suddenly rang out, startling everyone. They all looked over and realized it was midnight.
After a busy and hectic day, it's already past midnight without me even realizing it.
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In the hospital ward.
In the darkness, Sheng Yun Shen, with his exceptionally keen hearing, overheard all the conversations outside and could sense the deep unease in his family's hearts.
Unlike his family's panic, he felt quite calm upon hearing that the end of the world would come in two months.
The darkness receded like the tide, revealing a sky full of snow.
The snow was falling heavily, so thick that the distance was obscured, and everything in sight was covered in extremely white and cold snow.
Sheng Yunshen's consciousness "stood" amidst the swirling snow.
Directly in front of him stood a clock as tall as a person, cast from ice and snow, crystal clear, and just looking at it made one feel the bone-chilling cold.
Strangely, the clock face is different from that of a typical clock; instead of twelve hours, it has a ring of tiny, closely spaced divisions.
The clock has only one hand.
Sheng Yunshen's gaze swept across the dial of the ice and snow clock.
He had already counted that the clock face had a total of 90 small divisions.
As the clock struck midnight in the small hall, the hands of the ice and snow clock slowly moved with a "click-clack" sound, shaking off the snow that had fallen on the hands and stirring up a miniature blizzard.
The pointer only moved one position before stopping.
Sheng Yun Shen's consciousness coldly observed all of this.
Ever since his car accident, he has come here every midnight to face this strange ice clock in this bone-chilling, icy landscape.
The clock has ninety divisions, and every day at midnight, the hands move forward one division.
We've reached the thirtieth square, with sixty squares remaining.
At first, Sheng Yun Shen didn't know what these squares represented; he just subconsciously felt that something very bad would happen when the clock reached its end.
It wasn't until he overheard the Sheng family's discussion today that he finally understood what the Ice and Snow Clock was actually indicating.
Sheng Yun gazed intently at its cold, translucent dial.
I see.
It turns out that it foreshadowed the coming of the end times.
Because he saw it with his own eyes.
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Ling Shu was unaware that all members of the Sheng family had spent a sleepless night.
She slept very well that night.
No more falling asleep to the screams of zombies, no more worrying about where the food will be when you open your eyes tomorrow.
It's simply heaven.
The next morning, when Ling Shu opened her eyes, she couldn't help but stretch out a big, satisfied yawn.
This is what it means to "live"!
After lying in bed for three minutes, her lazy eyes gradually cleared, and she quickly sat up.
Unfortunately, good things are always fleeting.
She only has two months to prepare, and not a single second should be wasted.
Ling Shu quickly got up and washed up, thinking about her action plan for the day while brushing her teeth.
In many post-apocalyptic novels, the first thing the protagonist does after being reborn before the apocalypse is to stockpile goods on a large scale to ensure the supply of materials after the apocalypse arrives.
Survival is a challenge that people in the apocalypse will always face.
Ling Shu currently has 6.5 million in her account, enough to stockpile a lot of things.
She was now hesitant, unsure whether she should tell the Sheng family about the impending doomsday.
If the Sheng family can accept this and stockpile goods with her, the efficiency will be much higher.
However, would the Sheng family believe in such an absurd thing as the end of the world?
Ling Shu felt that since she was new here, she needed to observe for a while longer.
Let's tell the Sheng family after we've built up trust with them.
Initially, she planned to focus on stockpiling daily necessities, which she could manage on her own.
After washing up and changing into some comfortable clothes, Ling Shu left her bedroom and found a maid waiting at the door.
Upon seeing her come out, the maid bowed and greeted her: "Good morning, Miss Ling. Would you like breakfast now? The dining room and kitchen are ready. I'll take you there."
Ling Shu was still a little unaccustomed to being served, and casually waved her hand: "No need, I can go by myself."
Yesterday she walked around Xiaoming Building and found out that the restaurant was on the first floor.
"Yes." The maid bowed again and quietly withdrew.
As expected of a servant trained by Butler Wang, she is calm and considerate.
Ling Shu walked briskly downstairs and sat down in the restaurant.
Just as she sat down, Butler Wang appeared out of nowhere, wearing white gloves, and very professionally handed her a tablet: "Miss Ling, please order."
It's truly dazzling.
Ling Shu flipped through the menu with great interest for a long time, ordering a variety of breakfast styles.
After she clicked to confirm, the dishes began to be served in less than two minutes, served on small plates, each portion small enough to be eaten in one bite.
This way you can try many different breakfasts without worrying about overeating.
Ling Shu nodded with great satisfaction: "Uncle Wang, this breakfast is absolutely amazing!"
Butler Wang smiled and nodded politely in thanks: "Thank you for your kind words, Miss Ling."
He extended his white-gloved hand, tapped on the ordering tablet, and said with a hint of pride, "Miss Ling, please take a look at this."
He clicked on a completely new category, which was entirely different from breakfast.
Ling Shu was enjoying a bowl of authentic hot and sour noodles when she paused after seeing the contents of the tablet.
Wait, she didn't see it wrong, did she?
Isn't this the same few things that she suggested when Butler Wang asked her what she wanted to eat yesterday?
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