Starting from the Valkyrie, pushing across the ages

Chapter 2 Sundial
New calendar 2745, summer.

Yunhai City.

In the dim bathroom, the doors and windows were closed tightly, and a faint smell of blood permeated the room as the heat mist evaporated.

The biting coldness between the legs gradually brought back Shen Qing's sanity, and the trivial memories gradually gathered together, as if a mirror full of cracks was being glued together again.

Shen Qing struggled to open her eyes, and the blood-stained bathtub was reflected in her pupils. There was an unspeakable chill all over her body, only the half of the arm immersed in the bathtub had a trace of warmth.

Without thinking too much, Shen Qing endured the huge emptiness in his body, stood up staggeringly, opened the door and walked out of the bathroom.

After simply bandaging the wound on his wrist with gauze, Shen Qing took a basin of warm water and washed his face. With the warm water, his tense nerves gradually relaxed, and strange memories kept popping up in his mind.

Shen Qing, an orphan, worked part-time and part-study with the support of the Foundation, and was finally admitted to Yunhai University with excellent grades.

It has been more than two years since I graduated from Yunhai University. The day before yesterday I was cheated in an online relationship. I suffered a huge financial loss and suffered a severe mental trauma. I couldn't think about it for a while and went to extremes.

A simple life, a clean resume that cannot be cleaned up.

Shen Qing walked slowly to the full-length mirror. The girl reflected in the mirror had wet and disheveled hair, slightly sunken eye sockets, a little red and swollen, and a pale complexion. Her delicate facial features faded into a bit of embarrassment. The slightly loose sportswear still couldn't cover her eyes. She has an exquisite and tall figure.

Unfortunately……

There was a numb itching from the wound on his wrist, Shen Qing suppressed the sigh in his heart, lay down on the sofa weakly, and continued to sort out the memories in his mind.

As the memory gradually became more complete, Shen Qing gradually noticed something was wrong.

The star under her feet now is different from her previous life, and has supernatural power.

In ancient times, there used to be an incomparably brilliant practice and prosperity here, and countless saints who could overthrow the starry sky and the universe emerged in a single thought.

As time went by, the gods fell, the great sage was buried in the starry sky, and the path of practice became more and more sluggish, and even faults appeared.

However, there are still some exceptions, who were buried in the ancient gods and left blood in the world.

In this world, when the age is full, a blood test will be carried out. People who have inherited the blood of the ancient gods, under the stimulation of special potions, will have the phenomenon of returning to their ancestors, and thus obtain the method of cultivation and the inhuman horror of war. force.

These people are called 'blood descendants of the gods'.

Even the weakest blood descendants of gods and spirits, once they return to their ancestors and practice for a period of time, can also have the power to pull mountains and throw mountains. With their own strength, they are enough to flatten a small country.

The number of blood descendants of the gods is extremely rare. Among all countries, they are equivalent to the important weapons of the country. Once discovered, they will be immediately incorporated by the government, and they are rarely exposed to people.

Shen Qing's predecessor had already passed the age for blood measurement. When she reached her full age, no fluctuations of divine blood were detected in her blood. She was doomed to be an ordinary person in this life.

Shen Qing didn't care too much about this.

In his previous life, he had symptoms of muscle atrophy at the age of 12, and then lay in a hospital bed for more than ten years.

Apart from reading books occasionally and staring at the whitened ceiling in a daze, Shen Qing couldn't see any scenery in his eyes. All the worldviews in his mind were built from books, like castles in the air.

The high continuous medical expenses dragged down his entire family. Every day he lived, he was tortured by a heavy sense of guilt. After suffering from severe depression, he became strongly dependent on sleeping pills.

In the end, he also chose to kill himself. For this reason, he even hid the doctor's knowledge and secretly saved a month's worth of sleeping pills. At one point, he had a mental breakdown due to long-term insomnia.

In today's world, except for the blood descendants of the gods, the vast majority of people have already lost their qualifications for cultivation, and there is nothing wrong with being an ordinary person.

In Shen Qing's view, it is already a miracle to be able to move freely under the sky in such a beautiful age, not to mention that she has lived a new life, and now she is living a life for nothing.

After sorting out her thoughts, Shen Qing sat up, and there was an envelope on the coffee table not far in front of her.

Inside is her suicide note, which is basically an apology to the landlord, and a signed body donation letter. Apart from these, there is only a cash check with an amount of 2546.15, which is her only savings.

Shen Qing took out the check, then got up, and carefully put the envelope into the drawer, this was at least a proof that she had lived.

As soon as she cleared her memory, a warm feeling came from her wrist. Shen Qing frowned slightly, untied the gauze, and then couldn't help being startled.

"Healed..."

Looking at the clean and flawless wrist, Shen Qing felt a little inconceivable. Normally speaking, it would take at least a month to heal such a deep wound, and even scars would be left.

But now, less than half an hour has passed, and there is no trace of any wound, and even the sense of emptiness caused by the massive blood loss is gradually disappearing.

Just as she was in a daze, a light curtain suddenly jumped into her eyes.

In the center of the light curtain is a round stone slab, the whole body is golden, like a round of scorching sun, on which the heavenly stems and earthly branches are divided.

In her previous life, when she was lying on a hospital bed and had nothing to do, reading was Shen Qing's only pastime, and she especially liked ancient history.

The appearance of the slab in front of her was exactly the same as the ancient timekeeping instrument 'sundial' in her memory.

The only difference is that there are more clock-like hands on the stone slab in the light curtain.

Suddenly, there was a sound of ticking running water, and under Shen Qing's gaze, the pointer on the sundial began to rotate counterclockwise.

The speed changed from slow to fast, and even afterimages appeared, and the sound of running water in the ear gradually turned into thunder and raging waves in the ocean, deafening.

When Shen Qing was fascinated, a vortex suddenly emerged from the center of the stone slab, caught her sight, and instantly took away her five senses.

In a trance, a wide and long river appeared in front of Shen Qing's eyes, with endless tributaries, surrounded by broken lights and shadows.

Under the pull of the invisible mysterious force, she went upstream along the long river. Suddenly, a wave splashed and dragged her into the long river.

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Daxia Dynasty, the 27th year of the Longyuan calendar.

At that time, Shen Lie, the Taiwei of the dynasty, was confiscated due to deliberate treason. The Holy One thought that he had made great contributions to Daxia, and he never punished the nine clans. He only sentenced a few crimes and executed them.

The accomplices were exiled thousands of miles away, and all the female relatives were brought into the Jiaofang Division together and reduced to low status.

Taiwei is an extremely human minister, and he controls the world's soldiers and horses. If such a person rebels, the world will inevitably be in chaos, and it is normal for the nine clans to be imprisoned.

Compared with the crime of treason, this level of punishment, in the eyes of ordinary people, is already a blessing from heaven, showing benevolence and generosity.

When Shen Qing regained consciousness again, there was a rotten stench in his mouth and nose, which was disgusting.

Sitting up, shaking her drowsy head, looking at the dark cell around her, her face was a little numb.

Unfamiliar memories flooded out of my mind again, and it took a long time to calm down. Although the complex memories that followed could easily give people the illusion of schizophrenia, Shen Qing, who had experienced mental breakdowns many times, was not able to cope with it. Not too difficult.

After tidily sorting out the memories with ease, Shen Qing was momentarily absent-minded.

Compared to an ordinary orphan, the beginning of her second time travel is undoubtedly falling into the difficulty of hell.

Now she has become Shen Lie's second daughter, she is twenty-eight years old, she is in the dungeon, waiting for the secretary of the teaching workshop to pick her up.

Yesterday, Shen Lie's old department used their connections to get through the prison officials and sent in a heartbroken grass, no doubt hoping that Shen Qing could maintain his father's dignity and commit suicide in prison.

The predecessor was like a treasure, and in the dead of night, after whispering a few words to the dog emperor, he chose to commit suicide by taking poison.

Suicide again...

Rubbing the bruises on her hands drawn by the shackles, seeing only half of the heartbroken grass in front of her eyes, Shen Qing fell into deep thought with some headaches, she didn't feel anything abnormal in her current body, obviously she was still far from death.

Suicide is impossible. Every day she can live now is like picking it up, it is too precious, and there are too many scenery that she wants to see with her own eyes, and she doesn't want to die so early.

But under such circumstances, it is nonsense for Shen Qing to want to get away. When the Secretary of the Jiaofang comes, she will inevitably fall into the situation of entertaining people with sex...

Thinking of this, the frown on Shen Qing's brows deepened. Judging from his memory, not all of Daxia's Jiaofang Secretary were detained official prostitutes.

In fact, many of these geisha came from ordinary people or even wealthy merchants.

Those who communicate with Jiaofang are all high-ranking officials and dignitaries. If they can marry into a wealthy family, even as a concubine, it will be an opportunity for those women, and even the families behind them, to change their class.

Therefore, there are actually not a few people who want to get into the Jiaofang Division.

However, Shen Qing's life will never be easy when she joins the Jiaofang Division in such a body of guilt. Shen Lie's political opponents in the court in the past will never let her go easily.

Just when Shen Qing was in a dilemma, the familiar light curtain reappeared.

The pointer on the sundial is still turning slowly, but this time, it is clockwise.

And what is different from before is that there are two more lines of text on the side of the stone slab.

[Current time and space coordinates: Great Xia Dynasty, 27th year of the Longyuan calendar, autumn. 】

[Estimated duration of stay: 11 years, March, and five days. 】

(End of this chapter)