Watching the white car that followed them go away, Wu Xiaoming was very reluctant, but now she was more concerned about Yu Zhesen's situation than chasing him.
After parking the car, Yu Zhesen hadn't said a word to her yet. She saw him holding the steering wheel with one hand and pressing his chest with the other, sweating all over his head and breathing rapidly.
The two forces of exhaustion and vitality were fighting fiercely in his body, each trying to expel the other until death.
Yu Zhesen foresaw his own death scene in his mind. His current mastery of the blood of God can only delay depletion but cannot help him escape death.
At the same time, he also learned from Shi Xin that this ability that put him on the verge of a death struggle was called the "Prophecy Curse".
"The curse is a double-edged sword type of ability. Once activated, the user and the target will both suffer the pain of life depletion. It will not be lifted until one of them dies."
So even if the white car sped away, the power of the curse left on Yu Zhesen was not weakened at all. An invisible noose was tightening and was about to take away his life.
Even if they understand how the prophecy works, they have no means to counter it.
This ability is so simple and crude, it's like Russian roulette where you take turns shooting in the head. Once it starts, it's just you and me.
After struggling for a long time, Shi Xin gave up helplessly: "Look back. The more you resist, the more painful it will be. It's better to just die and look back, just treat it like death once."
Yu Zhesen reluctantly agreed to her proposal and terminated the physical enhancement of the blood of God. The weakness caused by the prophecy curse instantly enveloped him.
The moment his heart stopped beating, his thinking had not stopped. His brain was dizzy due to lack of oxygen, but a doubt always bothered him - when did the curse start to take effect? Why was the other party able to survive in this marathon of life and death?
Can you beat yourself who possesses the blood of God?
This time's death experience was completely different from the previous flashbacks. Yu Zhesen knew very well that he was not fatally injured, but his body was so weak and stiff that it seemed as if it did not belong to him at all.
He did not close his eyes, but his vision quickly faded, darkness spread from all around, and he vaguely saw Wu Xiaoming's blurry shadow shaking in front of him.
Her lips opened and closed violently, but Yu Zhesen, who had almost lost all sense of sense, didn't know what she said.
Shi Xin's voice can no longer reach his heart, which makes him doubt whether his weakness will affect her performance.
If Shi Xin is also trapped by the weakness of the prophecy curse like herself, can she successfully start the regression this time?
Everything in this world is an exchange of equal value. Yu Zhesen does not believe that there is no price or limit to backtracking. Even time stagnation has a limit of twice a day, let alone time backtracking that can bring him back to life?
Regardless of whether the cost of looking back is borne by himself, Shi Xin, or they both bear it, it must be extremely heavy.
Yu Zhesen was unwilling to abuse this ability wantonly, so he carefully avoided triggering this life-saving trump card along the way.
"Yu Zhesen! Yu Zhesen!"
Is it an illusion? He has clearly lost his five senses due to exhaustion of life, so why can he still hear someone calling his name?
Just like you can still feel the sunlight when you close your eyes, at this moment he clearly had no vision, but he could feel a figure approaching him, reaching out his hands to grab his shoulders.
This shadow is extremely hot and radiant.
"An He..." He instinctively regarded this warm and reassuring shadow as the closest and most important person in his life.
Boom——
The long ringing of the bell brought Yu Zhesen's thoughts back to his boyhood. The arbitration bell standing on the Starzhou City Tribunal will never miss the time. The twelve o'clock on the clock face respectively depicts the time representing the Central Judgment.
The symbol of the twelve supreme arbitrators of the court.
Kindness, loyalty, charity, diligence.
Fairness, justice, tolerance, and pioneering.
Eternity, law, balance, glory.
The wind blew the thin window screen, gently blowing on the piano that had never been played in Yu Zhisen's memory.
An He, wearing a boy's gray vest and brown pants, sat on his knees under the curtains, looking up at the sunset in the distance, his white neck and shoulders stained with crystal beads of sweat.
"Komori, let me test you. It is six o'clock in the afternoon. Where is the hour hand of the arbitration clock pointing?"
An He suddenly looked back and smiled like a blooming flower: "There will be rewards for correct answers, and penalties for wrong answers."
Yu Zhesen fell into thinking hard about his memories. He did not remember that he and An He had ever had this conversation.
But he couldn't be sure that the scene in front of him was not his memory, because it was too long ago.
The lack of a sense of immediate vision does not prove anything, and who can completely recall their experiences as a teenager? Even if it is a first love, all that can be left behind are fragments of memories with filters.
"It's 'eternal'."
Yu Zhesen was surprised to find that he did not speak, but he heard his own reply.
This feeling was almost like he was experiencing a super dream, and the strange thing was that he was taking the place of himself.
After hearing his answer, An He's smile blossomed even more beautifully and brightly.
She used her toes to support her body from kneeling to standing. This is a very difficult movement, and it is difficult for ordinary people without training to do it.
"That's right. The symbol at six o'clock on the Arbitration Clock symbolizes eternity."
Yu Zhesen was a little curious, what would An He's so-called reward be?
According to his impression and understanding of An He in his memories, she would probably find a way to tease him. With this little fun, they spent several summer vacations when An Zhitian was too busy to go home.
"Do you want eternity? Do you know what eternity is?" An He walked up to him and held his hand.
An He's palms were delicate and soft, and they continued to transmit her body temperature to him when he held them. But what was hotter than this body temperature was her eyes.
"As long as we are together... we can escape the shackles of time."
"Xiaosen, are you willing to be with me forever?"
Yu Zhesen wanted to tell her that he was willing, but he couldn't speak at the moment.
"I was born for you." An He took him into his arms and patted his back, "As long as I am here, nothing can restrain you."
The golden flame burned through her long black hair, and the peaceful home that Yu Zhesen recalled was cut into pieces by silver threads.
"The heart of time!" Yu Zhesen woke up from a dream.
"This is the most difficult retrospective I have ever done in my life. It is not easy to pull your consciousness back from the abyss filled with fragments of memories!" Shi Xin punched him in the chest as if venting his anger.
Accompanying this punch was the vigorous influx of life force, and Yu Zhesen seemed to hear his heart beating again, powerfully.
"Was that my memory just now? Or did you deliberately show it to me? What is eternity, and what is the bondage of the long flow of time? I don't remember when I had such a conversation with An He." He remembered just now.
What I saw and heard, I couldn’t help but ask Shi Xin.
Shi Xin's answer to him was a passionate kiss without warning.
In this lingering kiss, she turned into a shadow and melted into Yu Zhesen's body, and the broken scenes around her were reorganized into the space inside the car in reality.
"Huh..."
He felt the hot and humid air surging in front of his lips, and the pink hair tickled his cheeks. Yu Zhesen's pupils regained their vitality, reflecting the face of Wu Xiaoming who was very close at hand.
She closed her eyes, with tears hanging from her eyelashes, looking like she was determined to succeed or die.
Yu Zhesen cleverly blocked each other with his palms: "Stop...do you really understand the correct method of cardiopulmonary resuscitation?"
"Wow!" Wu Xiaoming was startled by him and instinctively distanced himself from him.
She even raised her fists in a defensive posture: "You...how did you suddenly come to life? I obviously didn't do anything yet. Are you alive or dead now?"
"You are a pervert, right? You suspect that I am a corpse manipulated by the tomb keeper, but you were still able to talk about it just now." Yu Zhesen joked.
Wu Xiaoming gritted his teeth and retorted: "I'm treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor! Who knew you could wake up on your own even if your heart and breathing stopped! Hey, what are you doing?"
When she saw Yu Zhesen restarting the engine and shifting into forward gear, she suddenly panicked.
"Buckle up your seat belt if you don't want to put lipstick on the windshield later." Yu Zhesen stepped on the accelerator, "Let's catch up with that white car and see which bastard is inside."
