Grudge Breaker

Chapter 347 Mobius
Sang Pu is a ghost that disappeared thousands of years ago, the last echo of her previous life. No matter in the land of life or death, she should not exist - so who is this woman in front of him with such a charming smile?
Song Weichen felt his back tense and he smoothed his hair calmly. He took the opportunity to take off the hairpin and held it in his hand. He knew it was useless, but he just took it as a way to boost his courage.

"You've already drunk the tea I made."

Sang Pu was still talking and laughing, and her expression clearly told her that if she really wanted to do something, she would have done it long ago. It was too late to be on guard now.

Song Weichen curled his lips and threw the hairpin on the table with a clang, "So who are you?"

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"Miss Song, how do you view time?"

Sang Pu asked questions instead of answers. The seemingly ambiguous questions made Song Weichen's eyes go dark. Damn, she is not Hawking. She only knows the concepts of the law of increasing entropy and wormholes. How can she answer such vague questions?
"Time..." Song Weichen scratched his head. "As we all know, time is penny-wise. But judging from the current situation, Shu Di is a vegetable, right? To me, time is the least valuable Zimbabwean dollar."

"So I have plenty of time to listen to your excuses. Who are you?"
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"Miss Song, you're obviously focusing on the wrong point."

Sang Pu's expression gradually became serious. He took off a ribbon from his clothes and placed it on the table. He pointed at the two ends of the ribbon and said,
"If this tape is time, it is easy to understand. I am you in the past, and you are me in the future."

Then she made a circle with the ribbon,
"What if time is a circle?"

"Looking back now, who is the past and who is the future between us?"

"The circle has seams. The past and the future will exist at the same time at the seams. The two of us will also appear there at the same time - just like now."

"Miss Song, let me ask you, if time is really a circle, what would happen if the two of us went in the wrong direction at the seam?"

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"Hey, wait a minute, let me stroke it..."

Song Weichen's CPU is about to burn out. What does Sang Pu mean?
She had heard a saying before that time is composed of countless slices. So in the eyes of higher-dimensional life forms, there is no so-called past and future. They exist at the same time, and it just depends on which "time slice" is observed.

But the simultaneous existence in the eyes of the observer does not mean that the eyewitnesses can coexist across the time slice.

From the perspective of an eyewitness, Sang Pu was her previous life, and she was Sang Pu's present life. This is obvious at a glance and there is no need to delve into it further.

tsk...

Song Weichen scratched his head, but they were sitting together now... this was indeed a fact that could not be ignored.

So if Sang Pu's inference is correct, time is like a ribbon, which can be a line or a circle. So assuming that she can still leave Shudi and wake up, then one possibility cannot be ruled out - "the person" who wakes up again may be Sang Pu.

In other words, Sang Pu will truly meet Mo Tingfeng in the dream world, and she, Song Weichen, will become Sang Pu's "previous life" in a sense.

What a Möbius strip!

Thinking of this, Song Weichen looked up suddenly, and met Sang Pu's all-seeing eyes. She remembered that she had said more than once before, "If possible, I would like to switch with Sang Pu and help her and Mo Tingfeng be together." But when it really came to this, she felt panicked, afraid that all this would really happen.

People are absolutely selfish. Even when facing themselves, they are unwilling to repeat the same mistakes.

Song Weichen looked embarrassed.
"Sang Pu, if...if we can leave here, and the one who wakes up in the sleeping world is you, what will I do?"

...It couldn't be that she went back a thousand years ago, took Sang Pu's place to work in the other courtyard, and then married the uncle of the emperor, that old man? !

Just thinking about it gave Song Weichen goosebumps. What kind of bloody plot is this, exchanging identities with one's past life? Even the screenwriters of mini-program dramas wouldn't dare to write this!
"I'm sorry Miss Song, I also want to know the answer, so I asked you how you view time."

Well, Sang Pu doesn’t know either.

Song Weichen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He thought he had gotten a sadistic love story, but why was it getting more and more brain-burning? If things continued like this, he would be embarrassed to go out without a doctorate in quantum mechanics. That's right! Go out!
Song Weichen suddenly looked towards the only exit of the room, stood up, and walked to the door in two or three steps.
"Where is this place outside?"

As he spoke, his hand had already touched the door handle, and his fingertips could not help but tremble - Sang Pu seemed eager to stop him, but it was too late.

——What will be outside the door?
The moment he opened the door, countless thoughts flooded into Song Weichen's mind:
It is the void of eternity. The moment you step out, you will fall into the eternal night. There is no light, no sound, even your own heartbeat cannot be heard, only endless darkness, as if the dust forgotten by the universe.

It is the door to all wonders. Her existence will collapse into a quantum state, evolving into countless possibilities at every moment of observation.

It was the Temple of Death. Anubis stood in front of the golden scales, ready to weigh her heart. The feather rose high from the scale because of her selfishness towards Sang Pu, her willfulness towards Mo Tingfeng, and her betrayal towards Gu Cangyue. Her heart sank, and Amit revealed a hideous face from the shadows and swallowed her into eternal death.

Or maybe, she could wake up completely by pushing open the door, and everything in the sleep world was just a big dream. On the other side of the door was the fireworks of the four seasons at home, and her mother brought out hot dishes from the kitchen and looked at her with a smile. The door creaked open, and she stepped out with her eyes closed.
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"despair."

Song Weichen stomped twice, it seemed to be stone bricks, it felt good to be on solid ground. He sniffed again, there seemed to be no special smell in the air, then he opened his eyes carefully.

"Eh?!"

Sang Pu was sitting at the table, looking at her calmly and indifferently, just like before.

Song Weichen's big eyes flickered. What happened? Why did she come back?

I turned my head subconsciously and found that it was the same scene. The only difference was Song Weichen himself - one side was going out, the other side was coming in, one side was his back, and the other side was standing straight.

The word "dilemma" is not enough to describe Song Weichen's embarrassment at the moment. She felt very embarrassed looking at Sang Pu. She didn't even say goodbye to him just now - what a selfish and mean person.

"Miss Song, come back and sit down. The reason I wanted to call you just now is because I have done this countless times... I just don't want you to be as disappointed as I am."

Sang Pu tried to ease the awkwardness and poured another cup of tea to Song Weichen, who had just returned to his room.

"You asked me before why I was so familiar with this place. It's because I lived here for a thousand years."

"What? So you came here after you died?!"

Song Weichen vaguely felt that he had discovered some extraordinary information. He remembered that Mo Tingfeng had mentioned that he had been looking for her for a thousand years and had flipped through every volume of the "Book of the Past" in the Huangquan Division, but had not found any trace of Sang Pu's reincarnation - it turned out that she came here, but why was she here?
She kept pestering Sang Pu to explain in detail, and finally she understood.

That day in the cramped attic in the backyard of the Prince's Mansion, Sang Pu indeed died, and his soul floated out and entered the underworld.

At that moment, she was free of worries, regrets, love and hate, and truly understood what it meant to "have no worries, so there is no fear". But after meeting a shadow, everything changed.

"I heard a sigh on the road to the underworld."

"That voice was right next to my ear, a long, deep sound that penetrated my bones."

"I was suddenly filled with countless anger and regrets. It turns out that anger can really turn into flames, while regrets are like ice that has been frozen for a long time. My three souls were burned into ashes by the flames, and my seven spirits were frozen into powder by the ice. They were blown away by the wind from the underworld and completely disappeared."

When Sang Pu regained consciousness, she was already in this room. At that time, she didn't know where this place was. She only knew that this place had not changed for many years. She wanted to leave countless times, opened the door countless times - and came back countless times.

She couldn't tell the exact day, but she opened the door as usual - but there was thick fog outside.

"A man's voice came from the fog, as shrill as a rat's gnawing. He told me that a thousand years had passed and the time had come."

Sang Pu stopped talking at this point. Song Weichen was impatient.
"It's time for what?"

Sang Pu shook his head, his eyes as dark as deep pools.
"I asked the same question at that time, but unfortunately no one spoke in the fog. I was fed up with the monotony of the past thousand years. It was truly more terrifying than death, so I walked into the thick fog without hesitation."

"I don't know how long I walked, and there seemed to be a long blank in between. I'm not sure. I only know that I walked and walked and came back. The difference is that this time you are lying on the bed."

"I've never seen you, but I know you."

"In all these years here, the only dream I've ever had was of you. In a place called the 'Well of Time', I was your past life, and was asked by Master Mo to take you home."

"After seeing you this time, I think it might not be a dream."

……

Sang Pu seemed to say something else, but Song Weichen couldn't hear it clearly because of the buzzing in her ears. Many fragments in her mind began to slowly interweave, and something was about to come out! What core information did she ignore? What was it?
"sound!"

"Sang Pu, you said that man's voice was as shrill as a rat's gnawing, right?!"

Sang Pu nodded with some confusion, not understanding why Song Weichen was so excited.

Song Weichen slammed the table.

"We were tricked!"