Chapter 506 Is There Something Special In This Time (1/2)

GOR Chapter 506 Is There Something Special In This Time

“Who… … Mr San?”

Chen Xiaolian was shocked for a moment. However, when he saw the long umbrella in this figure’s hand, he exclaimed.

This man’s body appeared hidden within the shadows. No matter how Chen Xiaolian tried to peer at him, he was unable to make out his features. Even the man’s voice sounded faint, nearly unnoticeable.

However, the sight of the umbrella caused Chen Xiaolian’s heart to pound.

Mr San.

Why did Mr San appear here?

In the past, when he was going through this instance dungeon, Mr San had not appeared here.

“Not just anyone could use this item.” Mr San’s voice had a faraway quality to it and he repeated his words.

“Not… not… anyone could use… n-n-not… … n-not… not… … not just anyone could… c-could… could… c-c-could… … could use it…”

Chen Xiaolian was surprised.

His voice… sounded like…

Jammed disc?

Mr San was now no more than three steps away from Chen Xiaolian. However, Chen Xiaolian was still unable to make out Mr San’s facial features.

“Mr San?” Chen Xiaolian knitted his brows and asked in a hushed tone, “Is that you?”

Then, Mr San suddenly raised the umbrella in his hand to gently point at the coffin.

He pointed.

Subconsciously, Chen Xiaolian turned to face what the umbrella was pointing at, the coffin.

To his surprise, he found that the coffin’s cover had silently opened up slightly, revealing a small gap.

The coffin… … was open.

Shocked, Chen Xiaolian quickly turned his head to look at Mr San again only to feel goose bumps all over his body…

Mr San had disappeared.

His figure had disappeared into thin air.

“I… … did I encounter a ghost?”

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Chen Xiaolian’s forehead and down across his cheek.

While Chen Xiaolian was assuming that he had been seeing things, the same voice spoke up from beside him.

“… not just anyone could use… this item.”

Chen Xiaolian was shocked. He nearly jumped in fright. Snapping his head, he looked around. “Mr San? Where are you?”

“I… I…” The voice sounded as though it was experiencing a jam again. “I… not here.”

Chen Xiaolian suddenly thought of something.

Could it be… … this situation is just like that of a bad reception?

He gulped and tried asking, “Is this… … bad reception?”

Although the words ‘bad reception’ held a peculiar meaning, it would appear that the other party understood Chen Xiaolian’s question.

“Can… … comprehend… as that.”

Mm, it would appear to be an issue with transmission. Chen Xiaolian only heard the word “comprehend”.

“Mr San, how could you… … appear here?”

“I… … because…” A strange jamming sound played out before the voice continued, “… that is why.”

Chen Xiaolian felt himself going crazy.

Is that so? But I didn’t get what you said at all. I could not get the main points!

“If so, do you know who I am?” asked Chen Xiaolian.

Was this Mr San from this timeline or… … did he travelled through time like he did?

This was an important factor here. If he was the Mr San from this timeline, he should not know who he was.

“… … umbrella… … the key factor.” Mr San’s reply caused Chen Xiaolian to scratch his head. Thankfully, he was able to get the next sentence. “Chen Xiaolian, you must remember this.”

Chen Xiaolian’s heart skipped a beat.

This… this… … this Mr San knew him. If not for that, he would not have been able to call out Chen Xiaolian’s name.

…

At the top of an unknown mountain range was a secluded house amid heavy falling snow. Mr San sat before a fireplace within the house and he looked into the burning flames.

The image of Epang Palace within the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang instance dungeon was reflected off the surface of the flames. The image swayed, staying clear at times and blurry at others. However, it was possible to make out the image of Chen Xiaolian standing beside the coffin.

Mr San’s face was pale to the extreme and his hair appeared to be growing even whiter. He used one hand to gently stroke the umbrella in his hand as he looked at the image within the flames. More accurately, he was looking at Chen Xiaolian.

“You… … you have fallen under a type of spell?” Mr San knitted his brows and revealed what appeared to be surprise. Next, he shook his head. “Whatever, since I am here, I will help you get rid of it.”

After saying that, Mr San raised his umbrella and gently pointed it at Chen Xiaolian.

…

Inside the great hall, Chen Xiaolian’s body suddenly flinched.

He had this faint feeling that a peculiar power was penetrating his body. It was an extremely subtle sensation, something that he could not describe with words. In but an instant, he felt as though a layer of gauze that had been covering a certain part of his sea of consciousness was being gently pulled out, erased…

“A type… spell… … I… … rid…”

Mr San’s voice came into Chen Xiaolian’s ears intermittently. Chen Xiaolian was at a loss, but he quickly understood that the subtle feeling he was sensing was Mr San’s doing. However, he was somewhat puzzled as to why.

“Remember…” Mr San’s voice suddenly grew clear and Chen Xiaolian grew alert.

…

“Remember!” Mr San suddenly stood up and moved to stand before the fireplace. His voice grew solemn and vigorous and the flames of the fireplace abruptly raged upward. In but an instant, the flames had become fierce and the image within the flames grew sharp and clear.

“Chen Xiaolian… … remember these words! The world, is a tree!”

After he was done speaking, Mr San’s body gave a shudder and the flames in the fireplace swayed before fading back down.

Mr San stepped backward and his body slumped heavily upon the chair. His hand hung limply on the armrest as he gasped loudly for breath. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead and face, his entire being seemingly having turned weak to the extreme.

Yet, despite how weak he had become, his hand continued gripping the umbrella tightly.

…

“The world, is a tree!”