bookbashuk Chapter 1: 3 Timelines
Chapter 1: 3 Timelines
7 PM.
Chu Mo regained consciousness from a jolt.
"Ugh... my head... hurts so much..."
He looked around and realized he was sitting in an old bus.
Fragmented memories kept flooding into my mind, as if I had traveled through time.
There weren't many passengers on the bus at the time; only six people were scattered around.
One of them sat next to Chu Mo.
This is a woman wearing a red veil.
The woman's hands are placed on her lower abdomen, making her appear quiet and dignified. However, upon closer inspection, it can be seen that her arms have virtually no flesh.
Those were two old, dried bones, with only a layer of dark brown, sun-dried skin covering them.
Chu Mo's heart skipped a beat.
Realizing the woman wasn't paying attention to him, he cautiously turned to look out the window while reaching to open it.
No matter how hard I tried, the car window wouldn't budge.
"Damn it, I can't open the window."
Chu Mo wanted the driver to stop the car, but at this moment, it was a mountain road outside, and there was no way to call for help, let alone find anyone!
As Chu Mo pondered, a line of red text flashing in the middle of the vehicle suddenly interrupted his thoughts.
Current number of passengers: 3
This is a monitor that tracks the number of people in a vehicle in real time.
However, the displayed quantity doesn't seem to match.
Because if you include yourself, there should be seven passengers.
"Damn it, where did they put me?"
Chu Mo wished he could crack open his head and personally sort out those chaotic memories.
But at this very moment—
A voice belonging to Chu Mo echoed in his head.
"Hey bro, can you hear me?"
Ok?
"Are you hallucinating?"
Chu Mo shook his head, but his voice showed no sign of stopping.
"Second Generation, try syncing the video directly to him. That way, it'll be easier to communicate."
That makes sense.
This time, the voices split into two, and they were still talking to each other.
Chu Mo wanted to listen even more closely, but the next second—
He discovered that the bus he was on had been replaced without warning by an old-fashioned cobblestone street.
At this moment, two people who look exactly like him are standing on this street.
"Brother, I am the second generation Chu Mo, you from the late Republican era."
The first person to speak was dressed in a Taoist robe.
Beside him stood Chu Mo, dressed in a copper coin robe, his face calm.
"Me in the late Republican era? Is it a time warp?"
"Pretty much, but our timeline is affected by the Great Power. Although it can't truly replace your past, it can influence it."
"Simply put, we exist in different times of the same world, but due to the power of the universe, we can only exist in our own timeline. We cannot change the 'past' or influence the 'future,' and can only remain in the 'present' forever with the passage of time."
"So you mean, if someone deliberately investigates, they can find your information even at this point in time?"
"That's right, that's exactly it."
The second-generation Chu Mo nodded in satisfaction. "In that case, I'll synchronize my memories with you first, which will save a lot of time."
Soon, Chu Mo learned all of their memories.
The same name, the same age, the same self—after death, their souls were divided into several parts, scattered across different time periods in the world of "Mysterious Resurrection."
Among them, the first generation, Chu Mo, who lived in the early Republic of China, was the first person to arrive in this world.
The second generation of Chu Mo appeared a year later.
Now, another year has passed, and the arrival of the modern Chu Mo has completely confirmed a conjecture.
Every year, a new version of yourself arrives at a new timeline.
Modern Chu Mo rested his chin on his hand, "It's actually a mysteriously revived world..."
"No wonder the woman with the red veil on the bus looked familiar; it was the mummified bride..."
Upon hearing this name, the first generation Chu Mo seemed to recall some past events: "In my time, she was a well-known figure in the City God circle."
"First Generation, let's not talk about that now. I think the current guy isn't in a very good situation right now, we need to help him out."
The second-generation Chu Mo half-jokingly walked up to the modern Chu Mo and handed him a stack of yellow papers.
"Brother, all these years I've just run a talisman shop on Ghost Street. This is our first meeting, so I was in a rush to prepare. Here are some yellow talismans for you to use. They're not that powerful, but they can still resolve a few paranormal incidents."
Modern Chu Mo took the yellow paper. It was cool to the touch, not rough like regular paper, but smooth like human skin.
no doubt.
This is a paranormal item.
"Thanks, bro."
The first generation Chu Mo also stepped forward.
"I have ten paper moneys and one debt certificate. The paper money will allow you to use my supernatural powers. As for the debt certificate, if necessary, write the debtor's name in the debtor's section. It will ensure your safety until the debtor repays the debt."
Chu Mo was stunned for a moment, and by the time he realized what was happening, the two items were already in his hands.
No.
I've only just begun, and I'm already a third-generation rich kid?
Modern Chu Mo carefully kept these items as his initial start-up capital, as they were extremely valuable to him.
"Great, First Generation, here are the debt bonds from the money shop. You weren't this generous to me back then."
The envy in Chu Mo's eyes was already palpable.
The original Chu Mo glanced at the other party with annoyance, "What I gave you back then was no worse than this."
Without giving the second-generation Chu Mo a chance to speak, he waved his hand and said, "Alright, I still have some things to take care of at my bank, so I'll be leaving now."
After saying that, the first generation's figure instantly disappeared from the street.
The words that Chu Mo, the second-generation heir, was about to say were abruptly cut off.
"This guy..."
The second-generation Chu Mo shook his head helplessly.
I glanced at the time; it was already six o'clock in the evening. So I prepared to leave.
Before leaving, based on the memories of the modern Chu Mo, the second-generation Chu Mo thought of some things.
"By the way, bro, I've been researching a new type of talisman effect lately. If you can, could you do me a favor?"
"What kind of help?"
Modern Chu Mo has no intention of refusing. With shared memories, shared abilities, and interconnected transactions, even if he is an ordinary person, he can still use the supernatural abilities of the second and first generations to dominate the current situation.
The second-generation Chu Mo said, "Help me dismantle Luo Wensong's ghost domain and then pass it on to me. I want to use the properties of talismans to turn the ghost domain into a consumable."
Modern Chu remained silent, only giving a thumbs-up.
Great idea!
"After it's done, remember to give me a few Ghost Realm Talismans."
"No problem, once it's done, feel free to order from me."
The second-generation Chu Mo waved his hand, displaying his boldness, "By the way, the talismans I gave you all have different effects. Remember to read the notes on the talisman papers."
"It's almost time. My talisman shop needs to open for business, so I can't keep you company any longer. Contact me on the terminal if you need anything."
After he finished speaking, the street scene disappeared completely, and the bus once again replaced everything in front of Chu Mo in the modern world.
He returned to reality.
However, it did not directly affect reality. Instead, it constructed a site in consciousness that could transcend the dimension of time through something called a "terminal".
Chu Mo looked out the window.
As dusk deepened, the wilderness outside was gradually replaced by a smooth road, and towering buildings stood in close rows, each house brightly lit.
Upon witnessing this scene, Chu Mo's memories were completely integrated.
The original owner of the body was a senior high school student at No. 7 Middle School in Dachang City. After his parents died unexpectedly, he returned to Meishan Village and held a funeral with the help of relatives and friends.
Right now, after the funeral, they are on their way back to school, Dachang No. 7 Middle School, by long-distance bus.
"Looks like I don't need to go looking for the ghost knocking on the door anymore."
Chu Mo decided not to change the original owner's itinerary.
If the timeline matches, then this will be the origin of everything.