Free Web NovelAfter realizing that she had likely returned to Yumen Pass a thousand years ago, Shen Baiwei suddenly understood that the Disaster had tricked and ambushed her to use her Spirit Mark authority.
Although before this, the span of time she had rewound through her Spirit Mark authority had never exceeded a month.
However, according to her observation records, the Disaster's authority, whether it was the fierce and brutal Mythical Seed or the insidious and cunning Witch Seed, was primarily destructive, and it was absolutely impossible for it to complete this 'transmigration' spanning a thousand years on its own.
The 'conscious' Shen Baiwei's breathing quickened, and she looked at Lu Yibei's back with a gloomy gaze, remaining silent.
"......"
I thought you just accidentally touched the past, causing some harmless effects, and a warning would suffice, but you actually tried to interfere with the trajectory of time?
You're practically courting death!
It's one thing to court death yourself, but why did you drag me into this? Shen Baiwei thought fiercely.
Although she was full of grievances towards the Disaster now, she would absolutely not 'confront' the Disaster at this moment.
With so many 'people from the past' accompanying them, if their conversation were overheard, it would inevitably intensify the punishment from time.
However, even if Shen Baiwei wanted to communicate with Lu Yibei, there was no way.
As early as when she fainted from overwhelming anxiety, Lu Yibei had stuffed a large red apple into her mouth and applied over a hundred defensive Spells and sealing Spells to it.
The cumulative effect of so many Spells was enough to make a tender piece of tofu gain the hardness comparable to a diamond and the toughness exceeding spider silk in a short time, and fix it in place, so that even a dozen trucks pulling in the same direction would not move it a bit.
What kind of treatment is this? Even if she had committed a heavenly crime, they would only need to replace the red apple in her mouth with a small mountain pressing on her.
What she found most unacceptable was that to make her unable to speak, these Spells alone would have been enough, but the Disaster insisted on stuffing a red apple into her mouth, then combining it with the Spell ropes carried by the Longxiang Army Armored Soldiers, as if she were a suckling pig that had been basted and was about to be sent into the oven.
Purely sadistic, just tormenting people!
"Do you have something you want to tell me?" Noticing Shen Baiwei's gaze, Lu Yibei stopped her conversation with Dragon Tang, turned her head and asked.
Shen Baiwei shook her head, then closed her eyes.
"Alright!" Lu Yibei nodded, "Actually, I don't want to hear it either, I just wanted to confirm if you had that thought, if so, I'd help you dispel that unrealistic notion early."
After speaking, she turned around and continued to chat humorously with Dragon Tang and the accompanying Longxiang Army Armored Soldiers.
Shen Baiwei, "......"
Hmph, you bastard!
Do you think I really want to talk? What's the point of talking to people who are already dead? Wouldn't it feel like the underworld?
Don't think you're fine and lively now, but your good days are coming to an end!
Shen Baiwei thought, rolling her eyes at Lu Yibei's back.
As someone who had undergone countless time reversals, she knew very well that the punishment of time would surely descend upon the Disaster.
Even for someone like her, who possessed authority highly compatible with time and could interfere with it to a limited extent, time would not endlessly respond to her call, let alone for the Disaster. freewebnσvel.cѳm
However, the punishment of time is delayed, usually only descending after the person or urban legend affecting the past have stopped their atrocities, and the 'past' that has been affected is restored by time through reasonable means, rejoining the established history.
Sometimes Shen Baiwei would feel that time might be a terrifying urban legend that most Psychic and urban legend cannot access, beyond normal cognition.
When someone touches the past for the first time, this terrifying urban legend will take out a small notebook, make a mark on it, then another mark for the second time, then the third, fourth... until the notebook is densely filled with 'Zheng' characters, it will perform the final reckoning.
In Shen Baiwei's memory, after the longest time reversal she had experienced, which spanned seven hundred and five hours and thirty-two minutes, it was a full week later that she received the punishment of time.
And that punishment, even recalling it today, still made her break out in a cold sweat.
The physical torment was secondary; what was important was the corruption accumulated during those seven hundred and five hours and thirty-two minutes, the pain of the'selves' that had dissipated in the past, and the despair of having tried so hard yet being unable to change the outcome, having to watch as time effortlessly erased her efforts...
When these erupted in an instant, they brought torment branded on the soul and a shudder beyond death.
It was like the first time she tried to escape the control of the Eclipse Society, through repeated time reversals and efforts, she finally escaped Tethys Laboratory, but was personally killed by the Seventh Seat of the Elder Council during her escape.
After experiencing a long period of darkness and the pain of every bone and piece of flesh throughout her body being meticulously cut and crushed, when she awoke, she found that everything had returned to the very beginning.
She lay on the cold operating table, perhaps due to the influence of the Alchemy anesthetic; she couldn't feel her body. The shadowless lamp diffused a hazy yet dazzling halo before her eyes, and in a trance, white-clad figures swayed like ghosts in her peripheral vision. Faintly, she heard their cold voices, "Increase the dosage, prepare for surgery."
As soon as the words fell, the Alchemy anesthetic seemed to lose its effect in that instant, and an unbearable sharp pain suddenly came from the top of her head.
Something, emitting a strong stench, like a beast with thousands of sharp teeth in its mouth, violently bit open her skull and licked her brain.
She could even hear the crisp sound of her skull shattering, and some cold, slippery, insubstantial, yet barbed cat-like tongue-like tissue stirring and searching within her brain, probably the shadow diagnosed by the hospital as the cause of the black night disease, or something else...
That was the most painful transformation surgery Shen Baiwei had experienced before planning her escape from Tethys Laboratory, a memory she absolutely did not want to experience a second time.
But when she woke up, she just happened to be at that moment, as if all the efforts she had made to escape Tethys Laboratory had vanished into thin air at that instant, dissipating in time.
Useless, failure, completely negated!
Although she knew that her efforts would not be in vain.
But that feeling was like, after working hard for something you love and achieving some small results, the people around you and reality tell you, "What's the use? Can it change anything? Can it fill your stomach? You're living no differently than before! Why not just find a stable job!"
Those words were harsh, but they were also true; in this world, only a very few people can turn their backs on cruel reality, rush desperately towards what they love, and reach the finish line before starving to death.
"Dong—!"
Just as Shen Baiwei was immersed in painful memories, she was suddenly thrown heavily to the ground like a piece of cargo, her body colliding with the thinly straw-covered ground, making a muffled thud.
Her thoughts detached from her memories, and she steadied herself, only to find herself in a dimly lit room filled with clutter. Spiderwebs hung in the corners of the room, dust floated in the air, and the only sources of light were a window not much larger than a palm and an open small wooden door.
The Disaster stood in front of the door, silhouetted against the light, her face shrouded in shadow, her eyes and expression unseen.
After staring at the Disaster for two seconds, Shen Baiwei silently turned around and faced the wall.
Silence was the greatest resistance she could offer now.
The next moment, the creaking sound of rusty door hinges echoed, and darkness, along with the closing of the small wooden door, quickly spread to every corner of the room.
And then...
In the darkness, a fair little hand quietly reached out, unexpectedly placed near Shen Baiwei's mouth, and instantly removed the "Spell-enhanced red apple gag."
"Speak! What did you want to tell me just now?"
Shen Baiwei had thought the Disaster had left and was preparing to enjoy the darkness alone. When she suddenly heard the Disaster's voice, she couldn't help but freeze for a moment. After a while, she said, "You misunderstood, I have nothing to say."
"That's not right, is it?" Lu Yibei leaned closer to Shen Baiwei and whispered, "Although I don't know the exact reason, I guess you didn't tell me earlier because Dragon Tang and the others were nearby."
"However, your eyes completely betrayed your rich psychological activity. If you were like Miao Miao Jiang..."
"Uh, that girl your Miracle Order used as bait, if you could communicate with me through eye contact, you probably would have spilled everything by now, right?"
Hearing her words, Shen Baiwei was momentarily dazed, and for a moment, she began to doubt again whether she had fallen into an illusion created by the Disaster.
Otherwise, how could the Disaster know what she was thinking?
However, on second thought, knowing that the Disaster was always good at gauging and manipulating people's hearts, she felt relieved.
After a brief silence, Shen Baiwei sighed soundlessly, "Although you might not believe what I say, I still want to say, you'd better stop interfering with the past, otherwise..."
"You'll be punished, right?" Lu Yibei pouted indifferently, "I know!"
"You... you know?" Shen Baiwei's eyes widened slightly in surprise, "You know, why do you still..."
"Because I'm not afraid!" Lu Yibei interrupted again, "And because someone, many people, asked me to help them! Are you satisfied with this answer? If you are, I'll be going now, I'm quite busy."
As her voice faded, Shen Baiwei heard footsteps behind her, and then the small wooden door opened and closed.
She was immersed in shock, and it took her °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° a few seconds to regain her composure.
Wait! She's not scared, but I am!
Bastard!
