novelraw Chapter 316 - 191: The Truth of the Ancient Immortal Dynasty and the Dream, Despair and Hope, The One Who Returns to Darkness (Part 3)
Chapter 316 - 191: The Truth of the Ancient Immortal Dynasty and the Dream, Despair and Hope, The One Who Returns to Darkness (Part 3)
"I have wronged him."
Zhang Qiren pointed to his own head.
"The real motive for me going to the Dark World, even I must forget it!
"The Ancient Immortal can infuse me with knowledge, I suspect... he can also read my memories!
"Can you extract this part of my memory? All memories about the Dream Origin? And also... the memories of my senior brother?
"Let me forget about myself.
"Let me see myself as a self-indulgent bandit.
"Let me see myself as a cowardly figure afraid of the Ancient Immortal.
"Let me return, accept the knowledge infusion from the Ancient Immortal, so I can continue along the path.
"If someday I really manage to reach higher stages on this path, with a high enough rank, then return this part of my memories to me!
"If I fall, mutate, and can no longer progress... then please, kill me directly!"
In the Bronze Hall.
Bai Mo frowned, deeply moved.
This guy... he wants to return to the long darkness and mire, to gamble for that faint glimmer of hope and light.
Clearly, he is a hero, yet he will be denounced by thousands, taken by everyone as despicable and cowardly.
No one knows his bravery, his senior brother doesn’t know, he himself doesn’t know.
Bai Mo pondered for a long time, then sighed.
His voice crossed the boundary between dream and reality, reaching Zhang Qiren’s ears.
"Focus your attention on the part of the memory you want to store."
Zhang Qiren then sat on the floor of the carriage, closed his eyes, and nodded heavily.
The black strands of hair on his head stood up, emitting a faint glow.
When the image of him and his senior brother eating roast duck appeared in his mind, it instantly dimmed, being absorbed by the grass threads.
When the image of his senior brother visiting him in prison years ago appeared in his mind, it similarly dimmed instantly, absorbed by the grass threads.
When the image of him and his senior brother exchanging and deleting messages the previous night appeared in his mind, it similarly dimmed instantly, absorbed by the grass threads.
So it was, over the years, scene by scene, piece by piece, all the images, and his memories of using mathematics to deduce the Dream Origin, everything he saw within the Dream Origin, were all absorbed by the grass threads.
His memories grew fewer, but the tears and inexplicable sadness grew more and more.
"It’s done."
As he finished speaking, he wiped his tearful eyes, and saw the black grass threads detaching from his head, flying in the compartment, drifting into a white fog that blurred dreams and the present world, and disappearing.
The lingering thoughts in his mind urged him to quickly draw an array!
He then bit his finger and began drawing the Array Map on the floor of the carriage.
Brush...
At this very moment, the car stopped.
The car door opened, and he saw the rain outside had stopped, wet, cold night wind blowing in.
He saw, facing the car door, was a dirty, greasy roast duck shop.
There he saw a few people sitting inside, one of them seemingly his senior brother from undergraduate? Chen Wenquan?
Too many years had passed, he couldn’t recognize clearly.
He saw these people guarding a few roast ducks, guarding some chilled beers.
"Smells quite fragrant after roasting."
...
Inside the roast duck shop, Chairman Chen Shu had a peculiar expression, bringing up another matter.
"Teacher Chen, you might not know, actually your junior brother sent you money?
"Hahaha, quite a lot indeed! Over the years, he sent it four times, totalling eight million! But all were intercepted by our illegal financial supervision system. We outright didn’t let you know.
"When he returns, we’ll see if we can find a way to extract some from this money, to use as his startup fund."
Teacher Chen’s face bore a tense, nervous smile.
He checked his watch, as the minute hand completed its final tick, reaching ten o’clock, the appointed time!
At that moment...
Swish!
A massive Bronze Car stopped in front of the shop’s door.
Chairman Chen Shu and others were all stunned, eyes wide and mouths agape.
"What kind of car is this? What on earth is it?"
Chen Wenquan leaped up from his stool, rushed out, dashed to the automatically opening car door!
The light from the roast duck shop spilled into the carriage.
He strained his neck, saw six people piled inside, and a monkey, all unconscious.
Chen Wenquan scanned quickly, those six people... none were his junior brother.
On the floor of the carriage, there were odd patterns made of blood, what were they?
Where was his junior brother?
Could he be in the driver’s cab?
He immediately lunged towards the driver’s cab!
But saw the driver’s cab was empty. It seemed to be a ghost car, driverless.
Where was his junior brother?
"Zhang Qiren, where are you?"
His voice trembled.
Then he saw the six people in the carriage, and the monkey, each being thrown out, tossed at the roast duck shop’s doorstep.
After that, the ghostly Bronze Car, with a "clang," closed its doors autonomously, and with a "whoosh," rushed out, disappearing into the vast night.