Wan Jie Hospice Care Company

Her breath brushed against Xiangyu's ear, carrying the sweet scent unique to young girls, mixed with a hint of nervousness and excitement.

"Oh? Tell me about it." Xiang Yu has been busy outwitting those players these past few days. Although he has made some contact with An Ling, they haven't actually met in person.

"Ever since I sang in the mall last time, I've discovered I can make time..." Anling suddenly held up a finger, "flow backwards."

"Flying Light, Flying Light..." she murmured.

Suddenly, the surrounding scenery began to slowly recede, the images reversed, the sounds played in reverse, and everything began to reverse.

The card just played flew back into my hand, the words just spoken were swallowed back down my throat. Smoke swirled back into the cigarette butt, water flowed from my mouth back into the cup.

The world is flowing backwards.

Time is flowing backward.

About three seconds before, Anling stopped chanting.

The world resumed its normal rhythm, as if nothing had happened. People continued playing cards, talking, and living. Their faces showed no unusual expression, and their eyes held no confusion.

They don't remember.

They had no idea that time had just reversed.

An Ling then looked at Xiang Yu with great anticipation, her amber eyes filled with hope and trepidation. She bit her lower lip, her fingers nervously twisting together.

Although she had mastered this ability, she discovered that it seemed no one would notice the "time reversal" itself.

In other words, for Anling, the people around her were part of the "time reversal," and their memories were reset.

She originally wanted to tell Ji Zhuo and Li Yiheng about this and demonstrate this ability to them with great anticipation, but she couldn't get them to remember it at all.

I'm always caught in the same cycle—

"What do you say you can do?"

"I can turn back time."

"Show me."

Then time reverses.

"What do you say you can do?"

"...I can turn back time."

She felt that Xiang Yu should know about this.

This man is always so special; he always sees things others can't, and he always does things others can't. If it were him, he should remember, right? If it were him, he should understand, right?

She thought this to herself, her eyes filled with anticipation, like a confessor waiting for a response.

Xiang Yu paused for a moment, then scratched his head: "What do you mean you can do?"

"..."

An Ling's small mouth immediately twitched, and her face fell.

"Alright, alright, I know you'll rewind, you mean back to three seconds ago, right?"

Xiang Yu thought it was fun to be a little mischievous.

"I knew you could sense it!" An Ling almost cried. "Brother Xiang, I believe in you!"

"You still have that long face, believe me." Xiang Yu reached out and tugged at An Ling's cheek, pulling it like kneading dough, making her scream.

That face was soft, with the elasticity unique to young girls, and it felt surprisingly good to the touch.

"Ouch! Brother Xiang, be gentle!" An Ling cried out as she patted Xiang Yu's arm, but the force was so light it was like a tickle, completely harmless.

"By the way... do you have the ability to control time reversal at will?"

"Hmm... I don't really know how to control it, but it's basically like singing 'The Day Is Short and Bitter,' but sometimes it works and sometimes it fails." An Ling sighed, "And at most it only lasts a few seconds, unlike before when I could rewind several minutes in the mall."

Xiang Yu nodded, thinking that if you could do that so easily, I would have finished my main quest long ago.

Main Quest 3: Help the Child of the World master her unique abilities.

This unique ability of hers must be time travel.

This ability must be conditional; we just haven't found the method yet.

Singing "The Day Is Short" is certainly one condition, but what are the other conditions? Emotions? Environment? Or something more mysterious?

Xiang Yu hesitated for a moment, then looked away from An Ling and began to survey his surroundings.

Then he discovered something very strange.

The walls of the morgue appeared particularly mottled in the dim light, their plaster resembling the skin of an old person, covered with wrinkles and cracks. He gently touched the wall beside him, just a very light touch—

Whoosh!

A huge piece of wall plaster fell down without warning, kicking up a cloud of choking dust. The plaster was about the size of a washbasin, with jagged edges, revealing the dark bricks underneath.

Dust churned in the air.

"..."

Xiang Yu raised an eyebrow.

Not right.

Something is very wrong.

The paint on the walls is peeling off so easily, it looks like... like it's been rotten for decades. But this hospital was only recently built; the walls should still be quite new.

I've encountered this strange situation again; it seems I should use my amazing tools.

He then quickly took out his long-unread diary from his pocket, but when he turned to the latest page, there was nothing of value in it, only a single sentence.

[December 23] [Weather: Night]

[A mirror, and another mirror.]

There are also dead people.

That's his way of expressing himself.

Mirror?

dead?

Express?

What the hell does this mean?

Xiang Yu stared at those lines of text for a few seconds, his mind racing. What was the connection between the words: mirror, dead person, expression? What was the ghost trying to express through the mirror and the dead person?

"Ji Zhuo!" he immediately called out to Ji Zhuo.

"arrive!"

Ji Zhuo was chatting with his colleagues when Xiang Yu suddenly called out to him, which startled him.

"Mirror! Do you have a mirror?"

Ji Zhuo was taken aback, then shook his head: "I didn't..."

Xiang Yu shouted at everyone present, "What about you? Do you have any mirrors? Did anyone bring a mirror?"

The people looked at each other, and a few of them raised their hands.

"Give me that mirror!"

Xiang Yu walked over and took the mirrors from the people's hands. There were small makeup mirrors and folding portable mirrors. He spread them out in his hands and looked at them one by one.

"..."

Xiang Yu's eyes widened in surprise.

The mirror showed blurry images, like someone had touched an electric shock, making it impossible to see their face clearly.

The person inside was convulsing incessantly, and Xiang Yu's lips twitched along with it.

What's going on? What does this mirror mean?

He stared at the mirror for a long time without speaking, then hesitated for a moment before using the mirror to reflect the image onto the wall beside him.

He looked at the mirror from the side and found that after reflecting onto the wall, the twitching phantoms inside disappeared, leaving only a lonely wall.

Then Xiang Yu used his hand to pry off a piece of plaster from the wall, and the plaster quickly fell off. In the mirror, the plaster fell off at an extremely fast speed, leaving almost no time to react.

"What's going on?" Ji Zhuo, who was standing to the side, was also dumbfounded. How could he have just escaped from the clutches of the monster and then encountered something like this again?

His face was pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"It must be another ability of this strange thing..." Xiang Yu began to think. If this was one of the strange things' abilities, could the other ability also be related to memories?

The Weird doesn't just have one ability... No, thinking like that is going too far.

Xiang Yu wanted to use his mental flow to ask him some questions. He was just about to risk fainting to ask if the strange creature only had one ability when he suddenly realized that his mental power had been restored.

The fatigue disappeared, and my mind became clear again, like a dried-up reservoir being filled with water.

Why?

Why did it recover? Before, using the Flow technique would completely deplete my energy, so why is it recovering now?

Although the situation was very strange, he still chose to seize the opportunity and asked the most crucial question.

Can a ghost possess two fundamentally different abilities?

"no……"

A ghost cannot have two abilities.

Could it be that the strange entity actually only has one fundamental ability, but this fundamental ability can manifest in countless forms?

It's like a tree; it has only one root, but countless branches and leaves.

Xiang Yu's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and his thoughts gradually became clearer.

If that's the case, then perhaps this ghost's underlying ability isn't the so-called "memory"...

Rather, it's the concept of "the past"!

Yes, that must be it!

Whether it's death caused by memories, or the strange situation around us now, the aging of the wall plaster, or the twitching phantoms in the mirror, they are all extensions of the concept of "the past"!

But the key question is... how do these things relate to the past?

Just as they were searching for clues, a sticky, wet sound came from outside the morgue.

It was exactly the same voice as the red ghostly figure we encountered before.