Chapter 15

Parsed with an automated reader. The content accuracy is not guranteed.

Translator: Anne

Editor: N/A

Proofreader: Kakashi

The woman was Hai Lan.

The door was ajar. Orange light shone through the gap in the door. Hailan closed her eyes and pushed the door in.

It was an antique shop… There were rows of shelves everywhere. In the shop, there was also a table of Eight Immortals (1).

. The young girl sitting at the table where the light hit her, wasn’t surprised to see her there. She pointed at the chair beside her.

She remembered the girl’s name as Lin Lang. Hai Lan sat down without saying anything. Lin Lang was staring at the front. Hai Lan turned to look at the same point and she saw three long bronze mirrors. She was taken aback by what she saw.

There was a mirror in the center, but it wasn’t reflecting the store. In the mirror, the sky was seen and yellow sand covered the ground, people were crowded and it was a bustling scene. Inside the mirror frame, there was a green jade top looming over the gravel. People in working clothes kept going in and out, they were walking hastily. Outside the frame, the crowd was pushing and squeezing.

“The Dunhuang tombs that shocked the whole country are still being excavated. I hope we can find a way to enter the 19th chamber inside the Tomb and find the real coffin of Tangling’s Emperor. This discovery will rewrite…”

Hail Lan thought for a while and laughed bitterly, “is this the latest TV?”

Lin Lang froze for a second, then she let out a low laugh, “Is this the cold joke you guys do?”

“This is the Wish mirror. There are three mirrors here: of wishing, retrospect, and what had not happened. The Wishing mirror is the first one among the other two as it allows you to see what you want to see the most.”

Hai Lan was stunned, her voice tightened when she asked the question, “who are you?”

Lin Lang didn’t answer the question, “According to you, where’s the Emperor’s coffin?”

In the mirror, more than ten staff members were gathered in a circle, talking about something in a low voice. They looked grim. Suddenly, a person walked in, and suddenly the red coffin was reflected into his eyes.

Hai Lan stared at the blood coffin, “He has nothing to do with me, can you tell me Qin-”

“Who said it had nothing to do with you?!”

Lin Lang stretched out her hand, Hai Lan was startled. Suddenly the influence of the mirror was shattered, leaving her with a dazed look.

“Do you know what the butterfly effect is?”

“Miss Lin Lang, I don’t understand what you’re talking about. I came here because I wanted to see Qin Ge again, and I still want to see him!”

Hai Lan interrupted Lin Lang hastily.

Lin Lang stared at the hand that had been holding her arm for a long time, and finally answered softly, “Hai Lan, butterfly effect.”

Hai Lan was stunned; she was breathing softly. Her gaze fell, and suddenly she found that everything was silent, and the place where the lights didn’t reach was exactly the place where their shadows overlapped… except, there was only one shadow. For a moment she didn’t know whether she was shocked or afraid, but she couldn’t let go of the pale woman beside her.

Lin Lang closed her eyes slightly and whispered, “Are you afraid of me?”

Footnotes

(1) The Eight Immortals (Chinese: 八仙; pinyin: Bāxiān; Wade–Giles: Pa-hsien) are a group of legendary xian (“immortals”) in Chinese mythology.