Gatekeeper of Myriad Worlds Chapter 153

Two ladies floated mid-air, holding lanterns, looking down at the young man in the dimly lit alley below.

The young man was also looking at them.

—These two were precisely the people he had seen on his way to Xirang Middle School.

Everything was repeating.

But making everything repeat was incredibly difficult.

Could it be that everyone on the entire floating island had their memories altered by Song Qingyun, waiting to start over with him?

Otherwise, if someone messed up, wouldn’t he see through it?

Can a human… achieve this?

What a grand gesture.

What terrifying ability!

“Lead the way,” Shen Ye said.

The two ladies bowed slightly to him, then turned around in unison, slowly flying towards the sky.

A look of sarcasm appeared at the corner of Shen Ye’s mouth.

—Just like last time.

He rubbed his ring, summoned the Ghost Fire motorcycle, and waited until the two ladies had flown far away before straddling the bike and twisting the throttle.

The motorcycle roared with anger, rushing into the night sky, chasing after the two at breakneck speed.

“You’re too slow.”

He grinned at the two, twisted the throttle again, overtook them, and sped through the night sky even faster.

While doing so, he glanced at the Ghost Fire motorcycle.

The motorcycle’s battery was at 96%.

It should have been fully charged.

—A little had been used just now.

This was something memories couldn’t alter.

So he had gained a second piece of evidence—

Song Qingyun couldn’t control time!

So, what should he do next?

Shen Ye pondered for a moment.

On that note with the underground passage, the Lord of the Mourning Demon Prison had given advice.

“Follow Song Qingyun’s will, and you might get a chance to survive.”

Should he do that?

A wicked god stood behind Song Qingyun!

If he followed her will, being used as a tool, he’d have a chance to live.

But then what?

To be

a walking corpse forever?

The motorcycle roared as it landed on the floating island.

A party was being held there.

As soon as Shen Ye landed, two attendants immediately approached and bowed respectfully, saying:

“Miss is waiting for you, please follow me.”

Shen Ye put away his motorcycle and followed the two forward.

Under the gaze of various eyes, he walked through the crowd and entered a side hall with red walls and green tiles.

There was hardly anyone in the side hall.

A broken statue of a god stood silently on the altar.

Several rows of candles cast flickering shadows, illuminating the great hall as if it were day.

Song Qingyun had her hands clasped together, praying with her eyes closed.

At this moment, she had changed into a white gown. The light spilled onto her flawless, beautiful face, giving her an indescribable sense of holiness and majesty.

The attendants retreated.

Shen Ye stood not far away, waiting silently.

After a while.

Song Qingyun opened her eyes, turned to look at Shen Ye, and said with a smile:

“Long time no see, Brother Shen Ye.”

“Yes, it’s been many years,” Shen Ye also said with a smile.

—How wide was the range of her spell?

What if she discovered he was not a useful tool, thus forming the intention to kill, and then used that spell—

Could he escape?

“Come with me, I’ll take you to see someone.” Song Qingyun took a few steps back, beckoned to him, and turned to walk towards the back of the hall.

Shen Ye was a little puzzled, but he still took a step.

The two turned from the left side of the statue, stepped over the threshold, and came to the courtyard behind.

A frail old woman, as thin as a dried-up bone, was tottering in the courtyard.

“Stepmother.”

Song Qingyun called out to the old woman warmly.

The old woman seemed not to hear, her eyes clouded, her face expressionless, as she swayed and stumbled through the courtyard.

To Shen Ye’s eyes, she was like a zombie without consciousness.

“This is my stepmother.”

Song Qingyun slightly turned sideways, inches away from Shen Ye, speaking in a soft voice.

This manner of speaking made them seem intimate.

She continued to chatter:

“Back then, my mother was gravely ill and bedridden. She won my father’s favor and even persuaded him to send my sister and me to the Shen family for the New Year.”

“That time, a fierce dog rushed at me and bit me. Fortunately, you saved me.”

“—No, I should say, you and my sister saved me together.”

“Yes, I remember that,” Shen Ye said.

Song Qingyun’s face showed a reminiscent expression, and she said with a shallow smile:

“My sister was so foolish. At the time, she was even shorter than me and frail, yet she still stood in front of me.”

“That winter, my sister and I almost died. Later, I found out—”

Song Qingyun continued in a conversational tone:

“That vicious dog was secretly arranged by my stepmother.”

As soon as she finished speaking.

The old woman stumbled, seeming as if her legs had lost strength, her body pitching forward, losing balance, and falling in an awkward, face-first manner.

Her knees hit the ground, her backside was high in the air, her upper body was plunging downwards, her neck supporting the ground, and her hands lay limply by her sides.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

The old woman trembled uncontrollably, yet due to the weakness in her limbs, she couldn’t get up or change her posture.

—She could neither fall to one side nor prop herself up.

Her mouth was open, a gurgling sound coming from her throat, and saliva streamed onto the ground.

She could only keep her face pressed to the ground, maintaining this posture—

—Silently, without a sound, in such a humiliating way, enduring the pain and torment brought by her aging body.

Song Qingyun looked at the old woman, appreciating her trembling body, and said softly:

“You wouldn’t believe how charming she was back then.”

“Honestly, when she came to my house, even the servants were captivated.”

“But look at her now.”

Shen Ye was silent for a moment.

—So, was she telling him, as a friend, that she had resolved the old matter?

Or was it as an enemy, warning him—

Look.

This is what happens if you become my enemy.

“How have you all been these years? How are you and your sister doing now?” Shen Ye asked in a conversational tone.

A genuine smile appeared on Song Qingyun’s face, and she said softly:

“I’m doing well. My talent awakened, and my strength is growing. ”

“But my poor sister isn’t in good health. I’ve always wanted to help her, but she just won’t appreciate it.”

“Won’t appreciate it?” Shen Ye asked.

“Yes, I can summon spirits and ask them to help heal her body, but she has always been unwilling,” Song Qingyun said.

“Why not just heal her directly?”

“Because her illness is incurable, and other deities are powerless to help. She must willingly sign a contract with a deity to recover her health.” Song Qingyun sighed.

“Why isn’t she willing?” Shen Ye pressed.

“She hates deities,” Song Qingyun said with a helpless tone.

Spirits…

Are you referring to that nine-headed, one-eyed monster coiled behind you?

If it were me, I wouldn’t want to either!

Is that her goal?

Everyone is a tool, used to coerce and provoke her younger sister,

and sign a contract with an evil god with her?

Shen Ye slightly came back to his senses.

After she finished speaking, silence fell.

She was waiting.

—Waiting for his words.

Shen Ye opened his mouth and said softly:

“Your sister is too headstrong.”

Song Qingyun lowered her gaze slightly and echoed, “Yes, she’s a grown woman now, but she still has that headstrong temper from childhood.”

“You’re also at fault,” Shen Ye said.

“Me?” Song Qingyun asked.

“As an older sister, if you had just helped her directly, allowing her to sign a contract with the spirits sooner, wouldn’t she have recovered long ago?”

Shen Ye’s tone grew heavier: “It’s been how many years, and you still haven’t managed to do this.”

Undercurrents surged in Song Qingyun’s eyes, then suddenly dispersed completely. Her bright eyes glanced at Shen Ye, and her words came out quickly and sharply:

“That’s easier said than done. You should know I’ve made many efforts, but she just wants to be a normal person and won’t listen no matter what I say. What can I do? I can only continue to spoil her.”

Shen Ye naturally continued the conversation:

“Speaking of which, I haven’t seen her in many years either. If I get the chance, I’ll try to persuade her too.”

Song Qingyun paused, seemingly evaluating the feasibility of this statement.

Shen Ye, however, directly changed the subject:

“So what exactly happened with that video?”

—He had to ask.

He must not show any hesitation or fear.

This trip, he had originally come to hold her accountable.

If he came and didn’t ask about this, it would seem very strange.

At this moment.

Revenge on the enemy, complaints about his sister, all contributed to a very relaxed atmosphere.

The distance between them was shortened.

It was only right to bring up the matter now and see how the other party would respond.

Song Qingyun seemed to be waiting for this question as well.

Her eyes showed approval.

Shen Ye’s timing to ask this question was indeed excellent—

At this moment, their casual chat was like old friends discussing things, so bringing up the matter was like friends consulting each other.

“I’m very sorry, it was indeed me who said I liked you at the time, but I thought it was a very private occasion, and it wouldn’t spread.”

—Her words had changed!

So, should he retreat or advance?

Better to advance than retreat!

“You like me?” Shen Ye asked.

Song Qingyun hesitated for a moment, then suddenly reached out and playfully hit him. A hint of embarrassment colored her face, and her body slightly turned to the other side, as if shy.

This was an implicit admission.

—She was changing the previous situation.

Shen Ye’s lips curved into a smile, appearing somewhat complacent.

—I’m doing the same thing.

“By the way, I’ve found out who sent assassins to kill you and caused such a big commotion later.”

Song Qingyun smoothly changed the subject, a smile on her face as she uttered the names:

“Zhong Lifengluo.”

“Who is this?” Shen Ye asked.

“—He is the direct heir of the Zhongli family, named Zhong Lifengluo. He envied you and did many bad things in secret, including sending the family’s grand elder to kill you during the exam.”

“To express my apology—”

“I killed him.”

Shen Ye froze.

No.

I just saw someone claiming to be Zhong Lifengluo when I arrived.

Now you’ve killed him?

It can’t be true!

“Brother Shen Ye, don’t you believe it?”

Song Qingyun stuck out her tongue, took Shen Ye’s hand, and led him through the courtyard into another pavilion.

There, a massive glass vessel stood, filled with transparent liquid, in which a man’s corpse was immersed.

It was Zhong Lifengluo.

He was dead.