A strong suction force came - not a pull in the physical sense, but a "tilt" in the existential plane. Lin Shuhua felt that his "now" was being stripped away from the timeline, and Du Yuwei's grip on her hand became the final anchor point connecting to reality. Her last scholar instinct exploded, and she shouted with all her strength: "Hold tight! It may be a directional space-time disturbance! Don't let go-"
The rift widened.
The pocket watch slowly floated up from the display case, and the cover popped open with a pop. On the dial, the hour, minute, and second hands were spinning crazily in opposite directions, almost becoming a blur. 1886…1883…1878…1876…
In the end, the three hands were firmly nailed on: November 12, 1866, the first moment of Xu hour.
Below the dial, a line of small characters that has never appeared in records appears and then disappears:
"Witnesses should follow the light; guardians should stop at the shadows."
The rift swallowed them up.
There is no feeling of falling, no dizziness, just an absolute, weightless silence, and fragmented scenes that fly by quickly in front of you: the waves at the Pearl River Estuary, the flower feathers of the Qing Dynasty, the black smoke of steamships, the palm trees in Honolulu, the Victoria Harbor in Hong Kong... These scenes end in Cui Heng Village in 1866, and wrap up in a rewind.
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1866, Cuiheng Village, Xiangshan County, Guangdong, at the same moment.
