Fast Travel Absurdity Sutra

Xin Tian received the boy's horoscope, and then her eyes, as clear as autumn water, focused on the boy and began to carefully examine his face.

She frowned slightly, her expression revealing a hint of solemnity, as if she was trying to find some mysterious clues from the face.

Then, she slowly raised her slender hands, like the hands of a conductor about to play a mysterious piece of music, and began to calculate diligently.

Her hands moved as fast as lightning, and mysterious rays of light flashed as she danced.

People around could only see a blurry afterimage, the speed was so fast that it was amazing.

And the people around are all Xin Tian’s old fans.

They were already accustomed to it, and each of them had a solemn expression, their eyes fixed on Xin Tian.

There was a tense and mysterious atmosphere under the overpass.

The gray concrete pillars stand tall like silent guards, and the huge shadows cast by the bridge form a mysterious barrier.

Occasionally, a vehicle would speed across the bridge, and the roar would instantly break the silence, but would quickly disappear, leaving behind an increasingly depressing tranquility.

The sunlight struggled to squeeze through the cracks in the bridge, forming mottled and faint light and shadows that could be swallowed by darkness at any time.

The dust and fallen leaves on the ground fluttered gently in the breeze, adding a sense of unease.

Xin Tian's picturesque brows furrowed even tighter, a thoughtful glint flashed in her eyes, and her expression became increasingly serious, as if she were engaged in a fierce battle with some invisible force.

The middle-aged woman standing by watched and felt her heart ached.

The woman's face turned pale in an instant, and her hands were twisted tightly together, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

Her eyes were full of concern and anxiety, her heart was in her throat, and she was so nervous that she could hardly breathe.

I wanted to ask several times.

However, when his eyes met Xin Tian's focused expression, he was worried that he would disturb the little master.

In the end, I could only shut my mouth helplessly and wait nervously. I looked like a lonely boat drifting in a storm, full of helplessness and anxiety.

"Zhang Haoxuan, do you know if he runs regularly in school?"

Xin Tian's clear voice broke the silence.

There was a questioning look in her eyes, as if the answer to this question was crucial to her calculations.

The woman was startled at first, then let out a soft cry.

"Ah, about that, we're not sure. But my son used to exercise regularly when he was in middle school. He'd get up early every day, and when the sky was still just beginning to turn pale, he'd go running in the first breeze. He often said back then that the body is the foundation of everything, the capital for learning. I think, I think, in college, my son will continue running, right?"

As the woman spoke, her expression became more and more nervous. She leaned forward slightly, her eyes fixed on Xin Tian, ​​eager to get some clues to the answer from her.

The tense atmosphere was like an invisible net, tightly enveloping the woman, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

She was full of doubts, not knowing why the young master mentioned his son's running. Her heart was shrouded in fog, and she was anxiously waiting for Xin Tian's further explanation.

At this time, Xin Tian pursed his lips slightly, with deep eyes, as if thinking about the deeper meaning hidden behind this answer.

Suddenly, she thought of her son's symptom of constant running, and all the color drained away from her face.

Could it be that my son’s possession is related to running?

Xin Tian glanced at the woman and nodded slightly, indicating that she guessed correctly.

At this moment, the woman's face turned as white as lime, and all the blood color faded away.

She felt like her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

"Just a week ago, your son, urged by his classmates, resolutely signed up for the Beijing Marathon."

When Xin Tian said this, she narrowed her eyes slightly, and through the person lying on the unicycle, she saw him at that time.

The sun shines through the thin clouds, casting strands of warmth, and the breeze blows gently, cheering on those who are about to embark on a challenging journey.

The streets were bustling with people, and noisy sounds were intertwined, including people's laughter and the roar of passing vehicles.

"Your son was full of longing and anticipation for challenging himself, but he never anticipated such a wonderful connection would follow."

Xin Tian couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Zhang Haoxuan really experienced an unexpected disaster!

Unfortunately, what he didn't know was that at the beginning of this month, Moyue Real Estate, one of the top ten companies in Beijing, also held a grand Moyue Marathon in Beijing across the entire group.

That day, the sky was as blue as a gem, without a single cloud, and the sun was shining warmly on the earth.

Colorful flags were flying around the competition venue, and the crowd was bustling. Everyone's eyes were focused on the president, expecting him to show his extraordinary style.

However, what is regrettable is that during the game, he suddenly had serious health problems.

While he was running a marathon with all his might, he suddenly died!

He died at the age of only forty-five.

This sudden tragedy came like a bolt from the blue, shocking the entire business community.

At this moment, the people around who were eating onlookers suddenly fell into silence, followed by people whispering in astonishment.

Xin Tian thought to herself, this CEO's sudden death was definitely not accidental. Perhaps there was some unknown connection? However, this was not something she cared about or dealt with!

Could the strange symptoms displayed by this woman's son be related to certain factors behind this marathon?

Her mind raced, trying to find a clue from these seemingly unrelated events.

The woman's face showed a look of deep confusion. Her slightly furrowed brows spoke of her inner bewilderment.

Her bright eyes were full of confusion, and her lips were slightly parted, as if she wanted to ask something but didn't know where to start.

She really didn't understand what her son's strange symptoms had to do with this president?

Why mention the president’s experience at this time?

Her heart was shrouded in a thick fog, and she eagerly hoped that the little master could help her clear the fog and solve this puzzling mystery.

Xin Tian sighed. No matter what the reason behind the president's death was, it was not her fault, and she couldn't intervene for no reason.

"The president was truly filled with resentment. That resentment burned in his heart like a raging fire, nearly scorching his soul and causing him unbearable pain."

"Think about him: he was in the prime of his life, full of ambition. His handsome face always radiated confidence, his deep eyes filled with longing and ambition for the future. His career was at its peak, and every decision he made illuminated the company's path like a shining star, showing a momentum of soaring. How could he pass away so suddenly?"

"After his passing, his soul fell into endless confusion and bewilderment. That transparent and illusory soul, emitting a faint halo, swayed gently in the air."

At this time, the sky was covered with dark clouds and a depressing atmosphere enveloped the whole world.

The wind blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness, rustling the leaves, as if lamenting the president's fate.

He wandered around without knowing anything, but his soul was always immersed in running.

In his consciousness, he seemed to feel that he had not yet completed the marathon, and the unfinished journey was like a thorn, deeply piercing his heart.

However, his soul was so floating that running had almost no real feeling to him.

The illusory footsteps stepped into nothingness, without the slightest sense of weight, just floating in the endless void.

He was extremely conflicted, feeling both incredulous about his sudden death and obsessed with the marathon he couldn't complete.

The president's soul has been wandering alone on the entire marathon track.

The track that was once bustling with activity now seemed exceptionally quiet from his soul's perspective.

The markings on the track are still clear, telling of the passion and struggle of the past.

The surrounding audience seats were empty, with only a few birds occasionally landing and then quickly flying away.

His soul was like a light feather, floating slowly, and every movement was filled with endless confusion and melancholy.

His eyes were empty and confused as he looked at the long track, recalling his hard work and sweat on the track.

The soul flickered slightly, trying hard to recall every detail of its life.

From time to time he stopped and stood quietly on the track, listening to something, but there was only the sound of the silent wind around him.

He stretched out his illusory hand, trying to touch the familiar track, but it could only pass through the air and could not catch anything.

This feeling of powerlessness made his soul even more painful and entangled.

When Zhang Haoxuan participated in the competition, at that inadvertent moment, the president's soul accidentally rushed into Zhang Haoxuan's body.

Just like that, the president found a ray of light in the darkness.

His originally dim eyes suddenly brightened up, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face.