Chapter 2 Sundial

Author: Mountain White Mist

Chapter 2 Sundial

Summer, 2745 of the New Calendar.

Yunhai City.

In the dim bathroom, the doors and windows were closed, and a faint smell of blood filled the room as the hot mist evaporated.

The biting coldness between her legs gradually regained Shen Qing's consciousness, and the trivial memories gradually gathered together, as if a mirror full of cracks was being re-glued.

Shen Qing struggled to open his eyes, and the bathtub dyed red with blood was reflected in his pupils. There was an unspeakable chill all over his body, and only the half of his arm that was immersed in the bathtub retained a trace of warmth.

Not wanting to think too much and enduring the huge feeling of emptiness in her body, Shen Qing staggered to her feet, pushed the door open and walked out of the bathroom.

After simply bandaging the wound on his wrist with gauze, Shen Qing took a basin of warm water and washed his face. The tense nerves gradually relaxed with the warm water, and strange memories kept emerging in his mind.

Shen Qing, an orphan, worked hard and studied with the support of the aid foundation, and was finally admitted to Yunhai University with excellent results.

It has been more than two years since I graduated from Yunhai University. I was defrauded in an online relationship the day before yesterday. I suffered huge financial losses and severe mental trauma. I couldn't think about it and went to extremes.

A simple life, a clean resume.

Shen Qing walked slowly to the full-length mirror. The girl reflected in the mirror had wet and messy hair, slightly sunken eye sockets, some redness and swelling, and a pale complexion. Her delicate facial features diluted a bit of embarrassment. The slightly loose sportswear still couldn't cover it up.

Live in a tall and elegant figure.

It's a pity...

There was a numbness and itching from the wound on his wrist. Shen Qing suppressed the sigh in his heart, lay down on the sofa weakly, and continued to sort out the memories in his mind.

As the memory gradually became complete, Shen Qing gradually noticed something was wrong.

The star under her feet now was different from her previous life, and contained supernatural power.

In ancient times, there was an extremely glorious era of spiritual cultivation here, and there were countless saints who could overturn the stars and the universe with just one thought.

As time went by, the gods fell, the great sage was buried in the starry sky, and the path of spiritual practice became increasingly sluggish and even had gaps.

However, there are still some exceptions. The gods who were buried in ancient times have left their blood in the human world.

In this world, when one turns eighteen, a bloodline test will be conducted. People who inherit the bloodline of ancient gods will experience reversion to their ancestors under the stimulation of special medicines, thereby obtaining the method of cultivation and inhumanity.

of terrifying combat power.

These people are called 'blood descendants of gods'.

Even the weakest descendants of gods, once they revert to their ancestors, can possess the power to lift mountains and throw mountains after practicing for a period of time. They can flatten a small country with their own strength.

The number of descendants of the gods is extremely rare. Among all countries, they are equivalent to important weapons for the country. Once discovered, they will be immediately included in the official list and are rarely exposed to the public.

Shen Qing's predecessor had long passed the age for bloodline testing. When she turned eighteen, no divine blood fluctuations were detected in her bloodline. She was destined to be an ordinary person in this life.

Shen Qing didn't care too much about this.

In his previous life, he developed symptoms of muscle atrophy at the age of twelve, and then lay in bed for more than ten years.

Except for occasionally reading books and staring blankly at the white ceiling, Shen Qing could not see any scenery in his eyes. All the world views in his mind were built from books, like castles in the air.

The high and continuous medical expenses dragged down his whole family. Every day of his life, he was tortured by a heavy sense of guilt. After suffering from severe depression, he became strongly dependent on sleeping pills.

In the end, he also chose to commit suicide. For this reason, he even secretly saved up a month's worth of sleeping pills without telling the doctor. He once suffered a mental breakdown due to long-term insomnia.

In today's world, most people except for the blood descendants of gods have lost the qualifications to practice. There is nothing wrong with being an ordinary person.

In the eyes of Shen Qing, it is already a miracle to be able to move freely under the sky in such a good year, not to mention that she has lived a new life, and now she is living a life for nothing.

After clearing his thoughts, Shen Qing sat up. There was an envelope on the coffee table not far in front of him.

Inside was her suicide note, which basically contained an apology to the landlord, and a signed body donation form. Apart from these, there was only a cash check with an amount of 2546.15, which was her only remaining savings.

Shen Qing took out the check, then stood up and carefully put the envelope into the drawer. This was at least proof that she had lived.

As soon as he cleared his memory, he felt a warm feeling on his wrist. Shen Qing frowned slightly, untied the gauze, and then couldn't help but be startled.

"Healed..."

Looking at the smooth and traceless wrist, Shen Qing felt a little incredible. Normally, such a deep wound would take at least a month to repair and would even leave scars.

But now less than half an hour has passed, and there are no traces of any wounds. Even the feeling of emptiness caused by the massive blood loss is gradually disappearing.

Just when she was stunned, a curtain of light suddenly jumped into her eyes.

In the center of the light curtain is a circular stone slab, all golden in color, like a blazing sun, with the heavenly stems and earthly branches divided on it.

In her previous life, when she was lying on a hospital bed with nothing to do, reading was Shen Qing's only pastime. She especially preferred ancient history.

The appearance of the stone slab in front of her was exactly the same as the ancient timekeeping instrument 'sundial' in her memory.

The only difference is that there are additional clock-like hands on the stone slab in the light curtain.

Suddenly, there was a ticking sound of running water, and under Shen Qing's gaze, the hands on the sundial began to rotate in the counterclockwise direction.

The speed increased from slow to fast, and even afterimages appeared. The sound of running water gradually turned into thunderous waves in the ocean, deafening.

While Shen Qing was looking at it, a vortex suddenly emerged from the center of the stone slab, catching her sight and instantly taking away her five senses.

In a daze, a long and wide river appeared in front of Shen Qing's eyes, with endless tributaries and broken lights and shadows all around.

Pulled by the invisible force, she went upstream along the long river. Suddenly, a wave splashed up and swept her into the long river.

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Daxia Dynasty, twenty-seventh year of Long Yuanli.

At that time, the Taiwei Shen Lie had his house confiscated because he deliberately conspired to rebel. The emperor thought that he had made great contributions to the Xia Dynasty and did not kill any of the nine tribes. He only sentenced a few people to beheadings.

The accomplices were exiled thousands of miles away, and all the female relatives were thrown into the Jiaofang Department and reduced to low status.

The position of Taiwei is a very human minister, and he controls the world's troops. If such a person conspires to rebel, the world will inevitably be in chaos, and it is normal for the nine tribes to be implicated.

Compared with the crime of treason, this level of punishment, in the eyes of ordinary people, is already a sign of divine grace from the Holy One, showing his benevolence and generosity.

When Shen Qing regained consciousness, his mouth and nose were filled with a putrid smell that was nauseating.

She sat up, shook her groggy head, and looked at the dim cells around her, her expression a little numb.

Unfamiliar memories poured out of his mind again, and it took a while to calm down. Although the numerous and complex memories that followed could easily lead to the illusion of schizophrenia, Shen Qing, who had experienced countless mental breakdowns, could not cope with it. Not too difficult.

After sorting out the memories with ease, Shen Qing felt a little lost for a moment.

Compared to an ordinary orphan, the beginning of her second time travel was undoubtedly on hell difficulty.

Now she has become Shen Lie's second daughter. She is twenty-eight years old and is in the prison, waiting for the Secretary of the Jiaofang to pick her up.

Yesterday, Shen Lie's old subordinates used their connections to get through to the prison officials and sent in a piece of heartbroken grass. No doubt they hoped that Shen Qing could maintain his father's dignity and commit suicide in prison.

The predecessor felt like he had found a treasure. In the dead of night, he cursed the dog emperor in a low voice and chose to commit suicide by taking poison.

Another suicide...

Rubbing the bruises on her hands caused by the shackles, Shen Qing looked at the half-length of the gallbladder left in front of her eyes. Shen Qing had a headache and was thinking hard. She didn't feel anything abnormal in her body now, and it was obvious that she was still far from death.

It is impossible to commit suicide. Every day she can live now is like picking up. It is too precious. Moreover, there are too many scenery she wants to see with her own eyes, and she does not want to die so early.

But in this situation, it is completely nonsense for Shen Qing to want to escape. When the Jiaofang Secretary comes, she will inevitably fall into the situation of entertaining people with sex...

Thinking of this, the frown on Shen Qing's eyebrows deepened. Judging from his memory, the Jiaofang Division in Daxia was not all imprisoned official prostitutes. Instead, there were a considerable number of people who were not prostitutes but were prostitutes.

In fact, many of these geishas come from the families of ordinary people and even wealthy merchants.

The people in the Jiaofang Division are all high-ranking officials. If they can marry into a wealthy family, even as a concubine, it will be an opportunity for those women and even the families behind them to change their own class.

Therefore, there are actually not a few people who want to get into the Jiaofang Division.

However, Shen Qing's life will never be easy if she joins the Jiaofang Division now that she is a guilty person. Shen Lie's political opponents in the court in the past will never let her go easily.

Just when Shen Qing was in a dilemma, the familiar light curtain appeared again.

The hands on the sundial were still turning slowly, but this time, in a clockwise direction.

And what's different from before is that there are two more lines of text on the side of the stone slab.

[Current time and space coordinates: Daxia Dynasty, Long Yuanli twenty-seventh year, autumn. 】

[Estimated length of stay: eleven years, three months and five days.]
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