Chapter 152: What Is Resonance
“No, I…” Qi Xia felt something was off. “Are you saying that what I just wrote is this?”
“Are you okay, Qi Xia? You look really tired,” Lin Ju said. “You need to learn to relieve your own pressure, or you won’t be able to handle it.”
“You think I’ve gone crazy?” Qi Xia frowned and looked at the paper in his hand. He knew he was perfectly clear-headed and absolutely couldn’t have gone mad here.
That bell sound just now must have been Aunt Tong activating her ability.
She might have tampered with what he had written.
Her ability was probably similar to Jiang Ruoxue’s “Causality”—whatever Aunt Tong said would unconditionally become what Qi Xia had written.
The terrifying part of this ability was that no one else could detect anything unusual; in their memories, those words had always been that way.
Only the person who actually wrote the words could possibly know that the content had changed.
Aunt Tong smiled slightly and said, “The explanation will come later. Is there anyone else who needs to guess?”
A few more people in the crowd raised their hands sparsely, and Aunt Tong gave the answers without hesitation.
Clearly, her answers differed from what everyone remembered, but they matched the words on the slips of paper.
This prompted a murmur among the crowd.
When no one else raised their hand, Aunt Tong turned around, swept her gaze over the group, then fixed her eyes on Qi Xia and asked calmly, “Young man, do you think I’m right?”
Although Qi Xia knew her answer was wrong, he had no evidence to prove it now.
“Right,” Qi Xia nodded. “But could you tell me why you’re right?”
Aunt Tong nodded slightly after hearing this. “That’s a clever question. You’re a very smart kid.”
She turned to the blackboard and wrote another character: “Faith.”
“Actually, there are many people who can hear ‘Resonance,’ but very few can fully control it,” Aunt Tong said, gently tapping the character on the blackboard. “The key lies in ‘Faith.’”
The crowd still didn’t understand.
Qi Xia only remembered that Yun Yao had once said “Resonance” was a kind of “belief.” Did that come from Aunt Tong?
“The power of ‘Resonance’ comes from the Mother God. She bestowed it upon us so that we could protect ourselves in dangerous places. But how many people are truly grateful to the Mother God? Those ‘Resonators’ use their abilities without showing any piety.”
Hearing this, Qi Xia knew his earlier inference had been a bit too optimistic.
The “faith” this aunt had written was “belief” in a religious sense.
Aunt Tong continued, “Among all the ‘Resonators’ I’ve met, no one has a higher success rate in activating ‘Resonance’ than me. In the end, it’s because I believe the Mother God will surely protect me—I am her most devout child.”
Based on this, Qi Xia felt that Aunt Tong’s success rate in activating “Resonance” was indeed very high.
Back then, Jiang Ruoxue had only activated her “Causality” ability twice before saying she was “extremely lucky.” But look at Aunt Tong—she had correctly guessed the content of seven or eight people’s slips of paper without a single rebuttal. That meant she had succeeded every time.
“Faith…” Qi Xia pondered silently.
He felt he was grasping a faint clue.
Believing in the “Mother God”?
A moment later, Qi Xia’s eyes slowly widened…
Yes…
So this was the real reason Aunt Tong had appeared at “Heaven’s Mouth”!
Her theory was extremely important!
He had been somewhat prejudiced and hadn’t taken her words seriously until now.
“Aunt,” Qi Xia raised his hand again, speaking earnestly, “Do you mean… to successfully activate ‘Resonance,’ we must believe that this ‘Resonance’ will definitely succeed?”
“Yes. You really are a smart kid,” Aunt Tong said with a smile. “You have to believe from the bottom of your heart in the power the Mother God has bestowed upon you before you can possibly grasp the trick.”
Put that way, everything became clear.
“If…” Qi Xia continued to test his theory, “My ‘Resonance’ was to pull a stack of cash out of my pocket. According to your theory, how should I go about it?”
“Very simple. Your subconscious must believe that there really is such a stack of money in your pocket. You cannot have any doubt or hesitation. Then you can borrow the power of the Mother God and pull the money out of your pocket.”
“I see…” Qi Xia lowered his head, murmuring to himself.
A train would never drive into a city, nor would the sky rain down a meteor shower.
Han Yimo was safe.
Because those bizarre disasters wouldn’t happen in reality; his subconscious couldn’t possibly believe in their arrival.
Even if he was always “Disaster-Bringer,” the disasters he attracted were still “within reason.”
The harpoons in the room flew chaotically, so he believed he would be impaled—that was within a reasonable range.
But what about the “Seven Black Swords”?
This question was very interesting. Why did Han Yimo believe that the “Seven Black Swords” truly existed in the world?
There was probably only one answer.
When that writer was writing, in order to better drive the story, he always believed that such a sword really existed. He did his best to see himself as a storyteller, not a fabricator.
If a writer himself didn’t believe what he wrote was real, how could the readers believe?
So, on that pitch-black dawn, he condensed the “Seven Black Swords” out of thin air, and the sword, exactly as he had imagined, pierced him to death without error.
And Officer Li’s behavior was also explained. When he first pulled out his lighter and cigarettes, he was already near unconsciousness from blood loss. At that moment, he probably didn’t even know where he was.
So his subconscious believed that his pocket should always contain a lighter and cigarettes.
This also proved why he only pulled out a single “Dao” at the very last moment before death. When he clearly knew he only had three “Dao” on him, he absolutely couldn’t have pulled out a fourth.
But when he was about to give up, about to die, he forgot that he had given one to Qi Xia.
So the fourth appeared.
As for Aunt Tong’s ability to activate “Resonance” with such a high probability, it wasn’t because she controlled her “subconscious” well, but because she fully believed that there was a “Mother God” in the world, and everything was the power of the “Mother God.” She believed that as long as she devoutly worshipped the Mother God, she would succeed one hundred percent in borrowing that power.
This fortuitous coincidence had made her a powerful “Resonator.”
“This is too reasonable…” Qi Xia murmured. “This is the most perfect explanation for ‘Resonance’… It’s not a ‘superpower,’ but indeed a kind of ‘belief.’ It’s latent, it’s persistent…”
Lin Ju and the others saw Qi Xia lost in thought and exchanged glances, not knowing what to say.
“Lin Ju…” Qi Xia suddenly turned his head to look at Lin Ju. “Can you do me a favor?”
“A favor?”