A Million Possible

[During the game...]

[Get Chapter: Restart (Deep Space)]

[The chapter will open in 10 seconds...10, 9, 8...]

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The light faded a little, and the chapter names echoed in Cheng Lin's mind, feeling that the naming this time was very obscure, and the direction of the restart was too vague, and deep space... could it point to the universe?

Hiss... The earth will not explode again, will it?

Cheng Lin thought of it reflexively.

Putting away the phone, he listened to the narration in his mind reappearing:

[You started the twelfth deduction. In the world of your Life, the number twelve is quite a mystery. A year is divided into twelve months, and a day is twelve hours. Even if it is the zodiac, it is twelve. This is a Samsara, and Samsara often means restart and rebirth, and also means the end and beginning of everything]

[In the age of your Life, the biggest change is undoubtedly the recovery of Spiritual Qi. It came quietly, lurking for several years, and erupting in one move, which completely changed the world and had a profound impact on human society. Lucky people awaken and get promoted to Transcendent, often indulging in joy, but ignoring how lucky they are. If you let everything happen again, maybe everything will be very different]

The narration echoed with a calm, non-emotional taste, and Cheng Lin keenly felt that this time it seemed a little different.

At this time, the white light also completely dissipated, and he recovered his vision, and then he was surprised to find that he was not in the dormitory of the Ninth Hospital, but at...home!

Ningcheng's old home!

Ningcheng? Why did you come back here?

Cheng Lin was a little puzzled, and what made him even more confused was the furnishings in the room, which was undoubtedly slightly different from the reality, but it also revealed a strong sense of familiarity.

And body...

Cheng Lin suddenly realized that he had become extremely weak!

That feeling is as if psychic energy has been drained!

Do not!

Not as if! it is true!

Cheng Lin habitually tried to perceive, but was stunned to find that he couldn't do it, and he could clearly feel that his body was empty, without any psychic energy.

The structure of bones and flesh and blood has also become extremely weak, as fragile as paper.

He instinctively raised his hand, and immediately realized that his own hand seemed to be getting smaller. He was stunned and walked to the bathroom with his extremely weak body, only to see his own blank face in the mirror.

It's just that that face is full of youthfulness and immature!

As for the clothes... it turned out to be...

"School uniform?! When I went back to high school?"

Cheng Lin looked at himself in the mirror and suddenly realized something.

[You are surprised to find that your own power has disappeared, and then you meet yourself as an ordinary high school student two years ago. You quickly calm down and realize that time has gone back two years ago.]

The narration in my mind reminded me appropriately.

Cheng Lin's breathing stopped briefly, and it took several tens of seconds before he accepted this fact.

"So, this deduction is to first set the time back for two years? Then restart the Spiritual Qi recovery? Well... the meaning of the deduction is to take a time as the origin and simulate the development of things downward, but there is no requirement for it. Taking the current as a starting point...restarting Spiritual Qi's recovery, it's okay to say it's a deduction...but...it didn't happen before..."

Cheng Lin Didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Then I re-chewed the narration when the deduction was just started, and vaguely felt that the revival of Spiritual Qi this time may be different from what happened in reality.

Calm down.

Cheng Lin washed his face and returned to the living room.

Sitting on the sofa began to carefully sort out the status quo.

"There is no doubt that I have become an ordinary person again now. Not only is the Cultivation Base completely lost, but even the gains and enhancements gained by the body have returned to the original point, so I have such a strong sense of weakness...After all I have adapted to the physical strength of the sixth rank state, and I suddenly retreated. It is normal for me not to adapt."

"Two years ago...According to the information I know, at this point in time, Spiritual Qi should have begun to recover, but it is very small, and there are very few awakened people... Well, it should have been recovered for almost a year. After more than a year, when the second semester of my senior year just started, Spiritual Qi had a large-scale Ascension. During that time, the awakened people all over the world had blown out, which could not be covered. Only then did the governments of various countries disclose the fact of Spiritual Qi's recovery... …"

"And now, the world hasn't changed, Terry's hasn't been seen at all. There are very few awakened people, and the only ones are probably under the control of the state."

Cheng Lin rubbed his immature face, exhaled deeply, and had a clear understanding of the status quo.

As for himself, he should be just in his second year of high school, last semester.

The month is September, the school just started.

Standing up, Cheng Lin tried to adapt to this body.

Fortunately, it is own body after all. Although it is smaller, it is not difficult to adapt.

Cheng Lin remembers that own height only grew up in the second year of high school.

He developed relatively late, so even though it was only two years ago, his body is very different.

Not to mention that the physique after Spiritual Qi's transformation is completely not comparable to that of the weak body now.

As for the temperament...well, with such a young and tender face, the strong temperament of the sixth rank is completely ruined...it can't be controlled at all...

"Ugh."

With a silent sigh, Cheng Lin began to look at the room.

It was indeed set up two years ago. The room was empty and a little messy. There was also a photo album on the TV cabinet. Inside was a family portrait with one third torn off. On it was Cheng Lin and a gentleman. female.

Looking at the photo, Cheng Lin fell silent.

At this point in time, it was not long after his mother died in a car accident. It was also from this time that he was originally a bit introverted and more withdrawn. In the next more than a year, almost two years, he did not come out, so he did not appear. Gregarious.

With a silent sigh, Cheng Lin stretched out his hand and turned the photo album, facing the wall, not wanting to look at it.

After all, it was just a false plot. With his current experience, he wouldn't be too immersed in such emotions.

"Next, what should I do? Waiting for the world to change?"

Cheng Lin waited, seeing that the narrator hadn't come out to remind him, he glanced at the time and found that it was past seven o'clock on Monday.

"Um...should I go to class?"

Cheng Lin was stunned, realizing what he should do.

After hesitating, Cheng Lin picked up his own schoolbag, then opened the door and walked along the memory to the school.

...

Ningcheng is not a big city, and Cheng Lin's school is not boarding-style. Fortunately, it is very close to the school, so he walks to and from school every day.

According to his memory, he bought two buns from the morning stall in the nearby morning market, filled his stomach, and then quickly came to the gate of Ningcheng No.1 High School in the morning sun.

At this time, many students had entered at the school gate. Cheng Lin glanced at the guard, and then at the high school students beside him. Some unaccustomed to pulling at the school uniform, he walked in.

Then he entered the teaching building slightly unfamiliarly, and came outside the classroom of Class 3 of the second year of high school.

At this meeting, there are already many people in the classroom, and the head teacher has not yet arrived. This is the time for early self-study, but because it is only the second year of high school and it is still far from the college entrance examination, everyone is not nervous yet, only a few in the front row. The top students are reading books and memorizing words, and most of the rest are chatting.

When Cheng Lin came in, he didn't attract the attention of others, so he went to his own desk and sat down.

As soon as I sat down, I heard the first few classmates sighing and discussing the beginning of the school exam last Saturday.

"This time it's miserable. I forgot all my studies during the summer vacation. When the transcript comes down, my mother has to call me again."

"It's the same... Well, I even copy my summer homework as soon as I start school, but I want to start some. Everyone is the same. I don't believe anyone can do the exam well."

A boy said nonchalantly.

A person next to him said quietly: "That's not necessarily true. You look at the next class. If nothing else, Song Jun is definitely number one."

"I am a scholar, and I want to test Qingbei... can it be the same..."

Cheng Lin sat in a chair, listening to the discussion of his classmates, his face gradually became weird.

The heart said that Song Jun's future is really not what you think... Of course, good is still so good...

However, looking at these young people, Cheng Lin also gave birth to a lot of emotions. Compared with them, it seemed that he could see himself two years ago.

"Hey, have you heard that the news last night?"

Suddenly, a loud voice rang.

Cheng Lin looked over and saw Sun Xiao who had just entered the classroom. He was still hot in early September. He was wearing a basketball uniform, throwing away his schoolbag, and then asked excitedly.

"News? What news?" Sun Xiao's voice immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Ah, you are not talking about the murder of the willow tree, are you?" Suddenly, a boy wearing glasses said.

"Yes, that's it! You watched it too?" Sun Xiao said excitedly.

For the rest of the students, some suddenly realized, some hadn't understood. High school parents had strict control over them. Many students turned in their mobile phones or didn't have them at all, and they didn't usually have many channels to get in touch with the news.

Cheng Lin was stunned and frowned. In his memory, there was no news of willow killings in the second year of high school...but it's not good, maybe he forgot something.

But after listening to what Sun Xiao said, he realized that something was wrong.

According to the news, someone exposed on the Internet yesterday that he encountered a person who was hanged on a willow tree on the road and called the police.

At first I thought it was suicide, but after a closer look, it was found that something was wrong. The willow tree showed no signs of artificial knotting, and the most weird thing was that some of the willow branches actually pierced the body of the deceased and entered the flesh and blood, as if sucking blood. Many branches have turned blood red.

"Fake? It must be made up on the Internet..."

"That is, I guess it was filming, or a prank, Will Willow can kill people? Still sucking blood?"

Many students shook their heads, thinking that the news was too fake.

Some are seriously analyzing, saying that it may have been the murderer who hung the body on a willow tree.

There are also some girls who look scared, but they are excited to discuss, saying that it may be a ghost or something.

"Hey, Cheng Lin, what do you think?" Suddenly, Sun Xiao looked at Cheng Lin and asked.

Sitting behind the desk, Cheng Lin smiled slightly when he heard the words, and a meaningful smile appeared on that immature face:

"I guess... it may be that the willow tree has become fine."

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ps: This deduction may be slightly longer than last time... well, maybe...

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