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Chapter 140 Bad Woman
Chapter 141 Bad Woman
Learning has no limits, but it also has its limits.
Just like the legendary path of cultivating immortality, the road to learning is full of bottlenecks. Minor bottlenecks can be overcome with effort, but major bottlenecks are truly mysterious and unpredictable. Without great opportunities, one will stop there.
Song Che felt that his grades had stagnated and could not be improved any further.
However, he is different now than before. Although his grades are basically set, his confidence is gradually growing. His solid knowledge allows him to face any exam without worry. Song Che is just sad that his talent has stopped here and he cannot improve further.
He wanted to do better.
However, as I continued to complete set after set of test papers, the results were far less effective than before.
In the same half month, Song Che felt that his speed in solving problems had improved a lot, but he still couldn't get many points on difficult problems.
However, Song Che had a very fulfilling time, and even felt a bit of enjoyment.
He studies from the moment he opens his eyes every day, from morning till night, his schedule is packed, and by the end of the day, he doesn't even realize it's dark.
He only snapped out of his daze when Xia Li brought over the porridge she had cooked that evening.
Tomorrow is the last day of the month, and Song Che is planning to give himself a break.
Today, I'm going to sleep.
Song Che had gotten used to the world in his dreams, but he was puzzled by how absurd the time in his dreams was.
It's far from reality.
Millions of years?
If this really happens tens of millions of years from now, it would be normal for humanity to be destroyed. If a civilization can exist for tens of millions of years without going extinct, it is highly likely that it has developed in an extremely abnormal way. If humanity were not extinct now, it might have already colonized other star systems.
Song Che kicked a stone at his feet. There was no one here. The walls were old and dilapidated. From a high point, he could see that other areas were in ruins, but this neighborhood was the only one that was well preserved.
He was squatting on a rooftop, looking at his phone.
The flow of time on the phone is different from that in reality. Time jumps very fast here, but it follows a pattern. After sleeping for so many days, Song Che discovered that the time jumps ninety-seven times each time, and then it will be dawn.
That is, ninety-seven hours ago. Song Che was unsure whether this unit was actually hours.
The only difference is that the unit on the phone is hours.
Since the last time I saw this time.
The string of numbers above is nearing its limit.
That is, 9999999999999——.——
Song Che was quite curious about what would happen when the time came. Looking at the time, he estimated that it would arrive tonight.
Before dawn, this time will reach its limit or reach the next level.
"One, two, three, four—five sheep, six—" Song Che hummed the numbers. There was nothing he could do here but wait, or continue writing some questions in his dream.
The numbers are jumping around very fast.
Song Che watched helplessly as the numbers were about to reach their limit, but then an uninvited guest appeared before him.
This world is a world of destruction.
Everything was so desolate and lifeless. Song Che would look around in his dreams, but all he found here was silence. There was nothing alive, no animals, not even wind, nothing at all.
Suddenly, a moving object appeared in my line of sight; it was extremely conspicuous here.
is a person.
a woman.
With her black hair reaching her waist and her face misty, she wandered aimlessly, as if lost in thought. She walked barefoot in the alley, and judging from the direction she came from, it seemed to be Nanhui Mountain.
That is, my hometown.
Looking at the woman from the rooftop, Song Che's doubts lessened considerably.
During the Spring Festival, she was planting vegetables in her hometown. At that time, the world was just this world. She lived in this world, but she couldn't see herself.
The bad woman staggered and walked very slowly. She had no clear purpose, yet it seemed as if she did. She walked and stopped in the alley, stopping to look at something when she saw it, sometimes squatting down to look at it for a while, or she would suddenly freeze in surprise if she didn't see anything at all.
She couldn't see Song Che.
But the direction she was heading was getting closer and closer to Song Che.
Tick, tick.
The world rang its bells.
The intervals between each beat were exactly the same as the rhythm on the phone.
The steps of a bad woman are just like a rhythm.
Song Che watched her as she came downstairs to the rhythm of the music, and then went up the stairs. The sound of her footsteps approached him in the stairwell, and Song Che leaned against the rooftop entrance, waiting for her to come up.
Suddenly, Song Che twitched his nose.
He smelled a fragrance, the scent of laundry detergent, not perfume.
In this dry and lifeless world, this smells wonderful.
She hesitated for a moment on the stairs, then reappeared at the corner, where a head of black hair came into view. But as she got closer, Song Che could see her hair clearly.
It's not black.
It wasn't completely black; there were silver strands in the black hair, but not like the silver hair of an old person. It was the same kind of silver hair as Xia Li's.
————The silver-haired witch.
She really was a witch.
Song Che was stunned. Could it be that witches and humans grow in the opposite way? When humans get old, white hair grows out of black hair, while witches grow black hair out of silver hair?
While he was lost in thought, the wicked woman was already leaning against the rooftop door.
She still couldn't see Song Che; she would just stop, walk, and then stop again.
Song Che leaned closer to look at her face, which was still obscured by a cloud of mist, with only her chin visible. She walked straight past Song Che and stood by the rooftop.
She looked up, gazing into the distance.
Song Che was behind her on the left, also looking up into the distance.
Ruins were everywhere.
She must be very lonely living here.
The sunlight overhead had lost some of the lifelessness inherent in the world and gained more brightness. The sunlight shone on the two of them, filling them completely, and Song Che even felt the warmth.
Tick, tick.
The wicked woman looked up, her hands resting on the rooftop, her back looking forlorn. She was slightly hunched over, the kind of hunchback that indicated she didn't want to put any strain on her back. Although Song Che couldn't see her face, he could tell that this witch's figure was no less impressive than Xia Li's, but she kept her face covered, probably because she was insecure about her appearance.
But there's nobody in this world, is there?
The wicked woman stood quietly, motionless, her posture lower and lower until she finally leaned against the rooftop railing. Song Che didn't go forward, but continued to observe what this wicked woman who had instructed Tao Xiang would do, and what her purpose was.
Tick tock.
Song Che glanced at his phone; he still had a long time before he woke up, at least half the time.
He needs to observe the bad woman carefully this time, or get closer and see what she looks like through the fog.
What exactly is this wicked woman's purpose?
Destroy the world?
Destroy humanity?
Song Che had no clues and was making wild guesses in his head. He looked at the bad woman and suddenly realized that something was wrong with her.
Her shoulders were twitching, and she kept twitching as she leaned against the fence.
—Is she crying?
Song Che moved a little closer.
The crying was very faint, almost nonexistent, but tears could be seen; a few tears fell through the mist and landed on the fence, leaving two wet circles.
This world is so lonely that even Xia Li couldn't bear it.
For some reason, Song Che suddenly felt a strong sense of understanding for the "bad woman" at that moment, as if he had suddenly read her mind.
Wonderful feeling.
A very strange feeling arose in my heart.
Damn, this feels like... telepathy?
Song Che could tell she was crying—very sadly.
Although her crying wasn't loud and she didn't shed many tears, he could tell she was very sad.
It's a kind of pain that's choking you in your heart.
She seemed to be in despair.
Tick, tick.
The time on his phone ticked away rapidly. Song Che calculated that if he would wake up at 97 ticks again, then this time the time would be 100000000017.
Tick, tick.
The bad woman stopped crying; she sat silently on the rooftop railing.
She pulled two books from her bosom. One was very thin and had been there for a long time. The cover featured two figures, but they were no longer clearly visible. The other book was thick, with a different cover than the thin one. The cover of the thick book was very clear.
A black goat's head, a symbol of the devil.
Song Che was stunned for a moment.
He recognized the book.
Having been a magician himself, he was very familiar with this kind of thing.
Forbidden magic.
Song Che leaned closer, wanting to see what was inside.
The wicked woman also opened the book, seemingly wanting to check its contents as well.
Tick, tick.
Time reached its limit at that very moment.
The wicked woman stopped turning the pages of the book, and Song Che stopped walking.
The sound of breathing, the feeling of oppression, the feeling of death, the feeling of new life, warmth—unparalleled warmth.
"6
,, "6
""
In an instant, Song Che went from nearly dying to being reborn.
The moment the wicked woman stopped, Song Che felt an overwhelming pressure and surge of magic, like the fear and boundless emotions of an ancient dragon—these were insufficient to describe the pressure he felt in that instant.
Bad women—are strong-willed!
But she instantly withdrew that oppressive aura, so quickly that Song Che suspected that forcibly withdrawing her aura and magical surge would cause internal injuries.
The bad woman turned around and gazed.
She climbed down from the fence, stood still, and remained motionless, but the book in her hand fell to the ground.
One is thin and one is thick.
I flipped through a few pages of the thinner book; the cover was blurry, but I could make out some of the contents.
Song Che glanced at it a few times.
The wicked woman in front of him was very powerful, so Song Che tried his best not to make any rash moves, but he was still curious about that book.
But he was stunned after taking a few glances.
—This isn't some kind of pornographic novel?!
Witches also like to study this stuff?
So you took out two books just now, and you're going to read the magic book first, and then you're going to read the dirty book next, right?
I'm here—I'm disturbing her reading erotic novels.
What's wrong with this woman?
He never watches vulgar, vulgar content!
But Song Che dared not change his expression too much, because the woman was staring intently at him, her aura not exactly hostile, but very intense.
Song Che was a little flustered.
This dream—it felt so real!
Is this a dream?
This is not a dream at all!
After calming down, Song Che felt it was best to be polite first and then resort to force. After all, he had no grudge against bad women. Wasn't she just bored? Then he would keep her company and talk to her.
Song Che paused for a moment, then said, "Um, hello, may I ask—who are you—?"
"—Idiot." The wicked woman uttered two words intermittently.
"Are you... an idiot?" Song Che's voice trailed off as he spoke, knowing he couldn't just say something like that.
The other person probably meant that they were an idiot?
Song Che pondered for a moment before speaking, "May I ask your surname? And what has happened in this world?"
"—Idiot—Idiot."
"?"
"Are you a witch?"
"--Fool."
"Are you deaf?"
"--Fool."
"Fine, you really are an idiot." In just a few conversations, Song Che had already determined the other person's level. He definitely wouldn't pass the Mandarin test, and she guessed that all he could say was "idiot."
Tao Yao also said that this woman seemed to have lost her ability to speak.
—Loss of language ability?
If she lives alone in this world, with no one to talk to, it's normal for her to lose her ability to speak.
But the problem is—
Song Che sensed something was wrong.
The bad woman here—something's not right. She seems to be seeing me for the first time, and her eyes aren't red, and the scar on her chin looks deeper.
Therefore—
Song Che was still a bit confused, but he had already come up with a plan.
Let's assume this is humanity's future world.
She is in the future.
I'm dreaming.
This dream is about arriving in this future world.
The last time I was in Taixi was also in the future world.
The future world has been destroyed, all of humanity is gone, only this wicked woman remains.
Song Che's logic had just started to flow smoothly when he thought of this, but it started to fall apart again.
The timeline is incorrect.
Speaking of which, this bad woman here shouldn't be seeing me for the first time, right?
"--Fool."
"I know you're an idiot." Song Che sensed no threat from this woman, but rather a hint of subservience and other inexplicable emotions.
She stood there, motionless.
Song Che remembered Xia Li's appearance.
If Xia Li were like this, she would definitely be pursing her lips right now.
The forbidden magic book still lay quietly, and this desolate world gradually came to life with the breeze, vitality, and warm sunshine.
The pages of the book turned with a rustling sound.
Each page contains enough magic to destroy a country.
Every spell should not be used lightly, for once used, it will cause irreversible consequences.
Every spell—was not good spell.
The magic book rolled on the ground, unwilling to be tossed about by the wind. It expressed its displeasure at the wicked woman's behavior, which it found severely disrespectful.
It was about to cause trouble when it was forcibly suppressed to the ground by a magical force.
The wicked woman only raised her hand, and it regretted it deeply. If it could speak, it would surely be begging for mercy.
It was pinned to the ground by the wicked woman, the pages of the book stopped turning, two magical pages were spread out, and the sunlight shone on the book that recorded taboos.
Time-Space Coins.
It struggled a couple of times, trying to close itself, but after struggling for a long time, it only managed to turn one page.
Contract Demon.
It tried to turn the page, but the bad woman slapped it and threw it away, sending it flying from the fifth-floor rooftop to the ground.
It started rolling around.
The book about the young imperial uncle remained unmoved; it was just an ordinary book, albeit a bit unconventional.
"Fool."
A wicked woman is getting close to Song Che.
The voice was deathly deep, carrying a sense of oppression.
The voice was clearly a woman's voice, but it lacked many things, such as—it lacked the feeling of a living person.
The two words she just said, "idiot," didn't strike Song Che as having any special meaning.
He wondered, after the bad woman lost her ability to speak and was bored, she only remembered the word "idiot".
Why is that?
Because many people had previously called her an idiot?
This was the only reason Song Che could think of.
But right now, he has other things to consider.
This wicked woman can't speak properly, she can't communicate—this is a problem.
So now we need paper and pen so she can write.
Song Che remembered that Tao Xiang said the bad woman had pretty good handwriting.