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Chapter 1250 Benefactor, I see that we are destined to meet.

The people of Tianmen also worship the Goddess Tianhou, and have been doing so for hundreds of years, but the incense at the Tianhou Palace is not very strong.

The main reason is that people in Tianmen are usually too lazy to leave their homes.

There aren't many exciting programs for the Queen's birthday celebration, because the street performances are already quite entertaining, so there's no need to rush to perform on this day.

The most bustling place is the market at the entrance of the Tianhou Temple.

On March 23rd, when spring had just begun in the north and rice seedlings had been planted, many rural people would bring their local produce to the city to exchange for some money.

There is also a local saying that burning incense at the Tianhou Temple on this day is especially effective for praying for children or marriage.

Wang Yunxiao didn't actually believe in this, but he still obediently joined the queue with others and burned three incense sticks.

When people are at their lowest point of despair, they stop considering matters of principle.

Just like those patients suffering from terminal illnesses, they actually know in their hearts that those so-called secret formulas and folk remedies are all fraudulent.

But with my body already in this state, how can I be content without giving it a try?
Even if it's poisonous, dying from eating it is at least an early relief.

If you can hold your wife's hand and stroll through the market, that would be wonderful.

But Wang Yunxiao doesn't have the means right now, so he can only fantasize about it in his mind.

People should not only learn to criticize themselves, but also to comfort themselves.

Being able to deceive oneself is a skill in itself.

It's actually quite difficult to find candied hawthorns in March, but Wang Yunxiao still managed to find a stall.

I bought a candied hawthorn and ate it as I walked, pretending to be a fool who had accidentally gotten separated from his wife.

I watched two very chaotic and violent plays. On stage, the actor was being chased all over the place by his wife, who was hurling insults at him. The audience cheered loudly.

Wang Yunxiao found it utterly boring.

After finishing my candied hawthorn, I walked to a quiet spot and saw an old man carrying a load on a shoulder pole, putting noodles into a pot.

Wang Yunxiao walked over and asked, "Master, what are you selling here?"

"Chicken soup wonton noodles, young master, would you like to try a bowl?"

"Really chicken soup for the soul?"

"If this wasn't made by my own old hen, you'd be cooking me in the pot!"

Since that's what they said, what could Wang Yunxiao say? He could only sit down and order a bowl.

Just as the old man brought over the cooked wonton noodles, Wang Yunxiao picked up his chopsticks and heard a hoarse voice say from the side, "A bowl of noodles, please!"

Wang Yunxiao's hand trembled, and he almost knocked the bowl over.

Looking back, I saw a disheveled, filthy little beggar sitting on a stool next to me, his eyes fixed on the pot.

"Go, go, go! Get out of the way!"

The old man, fearing that the beggar would interfere with his business, quickly took out two copper coins and threw them on the ground, trying to shoo her away.

"Wait, give this bowl of noodles to her, and cook me another bowl!"

Wang Yunxiao quickly stopped him.

The old man pursed his lips, hesitated, and turned to make wontons.

Wang Yunxiao's attention was now entirely focused on the little beggar, looking at him repeatedly, still somewhat incredulous.

The little beggar wolfed down a bowl of wonton noodles, even drinking the soup clean. He glanced at Wang Yunxiao, then stood up and left.

"Li Mumu?"

Wang Yunxiao called out tentatively, but the other party did not respond at all.

Ah this...

To be honest, these days, people who look alike aren't necessarily the same person. Wang Yunxiao had learned this the hard way before, so he wasn't sure and could only follow her quietly.

The little beggar stumbled and staggered through the crowd as if sleepwalking, heading towards the backyard of the Tianhou Temple.

The backyard of the Tin Hau Temple is a river, and across the river is a Western-style church that was burned down decades ago.

The little beggar stood by the river for a while in a daze, then turned and walked into a secluded courtyard.

Wang Yunxiao followed her into the yard and immediately saw the pit dug out of the ground.

This feels so familiar...

It felt like I was back a few years ago, when I had just joined the police station and was working for Qin Xiangdong, and that was the case I was assigned to.

Identical ventilation openings, buried deep underground.

Wang Yunxiao jumped in; it was pitch black inside, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

Inside a side chamber of the air-raid shelter sat a dilapidated coffin. The little beggar stumbled inside and closed the coffin lid himself.

Wang Yunxiao stepped forward and knocked on the coffin lid.

There was no response from inside.

He pushed open the coffin lid and found that the little beggar had curled up in a ball and fallen asleep.

Looking around at his surroundings, Wang Yunxiao suddenly realized something.

That's one possible solution.

If you've been transported to the past by the tides of time, the cheapest way to return to a point in the future is to find a place to sleep.

The only question is whether this little beggar in front of me is actually my lawfully wedded Miss Li, or a parallel universe version of her.

This is not impossible. You know, there's a young woman with a child on Xiquan Mountain who wants to rekindle their romance.

"Hey, wake up!"

Wang Yunxiao tentatively poked her twice, but the little beggar just rolled over.

Perhaps she was just sleepwalking, and she never actually woke up.

…………

After getting this filthy, mud-covered fellow out of the coffin and taking him to the hospital, Wang Yunxiao was exhausted and covered in sweat.

Even though she wasn't fully awake, her claws were still sharp, and you could easily get scratched until your head bled if you weren't careful.

“In her case, there are generally two possibilities.”

After completing the examination, Shen Xinshi said to Wang Yunxiao, "One possibility is what you judged: she slept for too long and can't wake up. From the perspective of Western mysticism, it can be said that her consciousness is lost in the depths of a dream world, unable to find its home... According to Eastern mythology, do you know why Tieguai Li of the Eight Immortals became Tieguai Li?"

"do not know."

"His soul had been out of his body for too long, so his disciples thought he was dead and burned his body. When he returned, he had no choice but to possess the body of a lame vagrant."

"You mean, if we want her to wake up, we need to go to the Dream Realm to find her soul?"

"This is just one possibility... She is an excellent surgeon and would not treat her physical body so lightly. I am more inclined to believe that she separated her body and soul to minimize mental wear and tear, but she did not expect her body to develop self-awareness, resulting in this sleepwalking-like condition."

Can't understand.

Wang Yunxiao was extremely helpless.

"Putting everything else aside, can you be sure that she is indeed Li Mumu from our side?"

"I'm not sure. You need to wake her up before I can draw any conclusions." Of course! If she could wake up, would I need your conclusions?

There's nothing we can do; they're doctors, not gods.

In a world where gods exist, you still have to ask them for help with this kind of thing.

"Isn't this nice?"

Li Ya, who came to visit Li Mumu with flowers and fruit, expressed great satisfaction with Li Mumu's current mental state.

“You have no idea how much I want a daughter like this, who is well-behaved, obedient, and doesn’t run around. If you don’t want to raise her anymore, you can send her back to me.”

Young people just don't understand the simple and easy-to-understand principle that "if you don't court death, you won't die." They always want to go out and explore the world. What's so great about the world?
Unfortunately, her daughters are all mischievous and never understand their mother's good intentions.

After Li Ya reminded him, Wang Yunxiao recalled that he had indeed seen Li Mumu in this state before.

At that time, he thought Miss Li was mentally challenged and needed to take medication for a long time to maintain her mental state.

In reality, it is Li Mumu's backup personality that supports the normal functioning of her body.

Is Li Ya someone we can count on? Aside from confirming with her that Li Mumu is indeed herself, there's nothing else we can rely on.

Left with no other choice, Wang Yunxiao could only push Li Mumu in her wheelchair to visit Ms. Bai Zhi.

To be honest, he was a little embarrassed. He had come to ask for help several times, but he didn't have anything to offer. At most, he could only bring some fruits, vegetables, chicken, duck, fish and meat.

But for the sake of his wife's physical and mental health, he had to give up his pride.

How could one's reputation be more important than their wife?

“If Lucia were still here, it would be easy to solve, but the problem is that she hasn’t had much free time lately.”

Ms. Bai Zhi spoke gently, but her words left Wang Yunxiao feeling utterly hopeless.

"Is there really no way even for you?"

"There is a way."

Then you're breathing so heavily! It's terrifying!
"Let me make a call and ask an old friend."

Ms. Bai Zhi's way of solving problems is always so simple and unpretentious.

Make a phone call...

"Don't rush. Since you're here, why don't you stay for dinner tonight?"

Ms. Bai Zhi picked up the phone, dialed a number, whispered a few words, and raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Is that so?"

"Okay, I understand. Are you coming for dinner tonight?"

"Oh? There's such a thing..."

Wang Yunxiao sat on the sofa with longing eyes, like a primary school student who had finished his winter vacation homework and was waiting for his parents to check it, watching Ms. Bai Zhi leisurely chatter on the phone.

A wave of fatigue washed over him, and he drowsily closed his eyes.

In a daze, he saw countless silver-white threads in the void, intertwining to form a network connecting all worlds.

An elegant cat tiptoed and took a few steps forward along the silken threads beneath its feet. It turned back and gave Wang Yunxiao a look, signaling him to follow its lead.

The World Wide Web is a network that connects thousands of dimensions.

Unfamiliar knowledge quietly surfaced in Wang Yunxiao's mind.

He walked through this network, which was used by the intelligence agency to send travelers from another world back to their original world when the two world lines intersected last time.

At that time, Wang Yunxiao, due to his low strength and the natural resistance of the soldiers' brain structure to knowledge, completely failed to understand the divine power behind this network technology.

If he hadn't happened to meet that white lion dog, he might never have been able to get out of there in his entire life.

This is the manifestation of a new god, the master of the World Wide Web, whose divine power is known as the God of Communication.

At the same time, Wang Yunxiao also recalled another past event that he had almost forgotten.

The girl he met during his first deep dive into the Great Tide, before he was promoted to the Imperial Guard.

The girl who calls herself Alice, who has lost her memories of the past.

In that chaotic region, her way of maintaining her humanity was to follow Lilith into the dream world and enjoy the material benefits of the future era.

For example, food, and mobile phones.

Aren't all shut-ins like this?

He keeps saying he wants to travel to another world, but in reality, he'd explode if he lost internet for even a minute.

As I walked, a bright light suddenly appeared before my eyes.

Wang Yunxiao found himself back in Tianmen City.

However, it is not the Tianmen of today. Judging from the surrounding buildings and landscape, it should look like it did decades ago.

At that time, the previous dynasty was still in power, and Xu Ziwei had not yet started large-scale construction in Tianmen City.

The surrounding area consisted of dilapidated slums, and the air was filled with a stench of fish and excrement.

Everywhere on the streets, you could see people as thin and bony as donkeys, suffering from long-term malnutrition and opium smoking, which had turned them into this inhuman and ghostly appearance.

"Shopkeeper, a bowl of vegetarian noodles, please."

Upon suddenly hearing Li Mumu's voice, Wang Yunxiao turned around abruptly and saw a ragged girl dragging her heavy steps into the noodle shop by the roadside.

You can tell from her appearance that she has suffered a lot along the way.

The noodles, served in a thin broth, were wolfed down by Li Mumu after a couple of bites. Finally, she couldn't hold back her tears.

It's been so long and so tiring. Why isn't the great tide over yet? Doesn't that bastard know to come find me?
The great tide has ended, but she cannot stop her journey.

Only an anchor will be deeply rooted in the soil, remaining steadfast no matter how turbulent the sea.

The signal flags on the sea drifted in the wind, without any foundation.

Li Mumu's timeline before the age of fourteen was not in China, but in Cypher, which is separated by the Pacific Ocean.

After leaving Wang Yunxiao's timeline, all her anchor points were exhausted, but the great tide had not yet ended, and she could no longer stop her reverse journey.

After countless time travels, she had lost all sense of time and no longer knew what year or month it was.

Li Mumu ate and cried at the same time, making the shop's staff too embarrassed to come over and ask for money. Just as they were in a dilemma, they heard someone at the door say, "Boss, a bowl of knife-cut noodles, extra meat sauce and extra vinegar."

The waiter looked up and immediately exclaimed with delight, "Master Xu! You're back!"

Then he turned to the kitchen and loudly announced, "Honorable guest! A large bowl of knife-cut noodles with a generous amount of meat sauce and aged vinegar!"

Turning around, I quickly grabbed the rag from my shoulder and wiped the table clean as fast as I could before inviting the guests to sit down.

Where is your boss?

"Replying to Master Xu, our boss has gone back to his hometown to arrange his son's marriage. Before he left, he specifically instructed us that when you return to Tianmen, Master Xu, you should only eat at our restaurant. That jar of our homemade vinegar is specially reserved for you; no one else can touch it, no matter what happens!"

"It's not that bad."

"Others might not be like that, Mr. Xu, please don't stand on ceremony with us..."

Xu Shijie put down his ebony cane, picked up the chopsticks from the bamboo tube and wiped them, then turned to look at Li Mumu in the corner, whose tears and snot were almost dripping into her bowl, and couldn't help but laugh, "Little girl, why are you crying?"

(End of this chapter)