Mystery: A Spark

Where am I? Have I been stuffed into a box?

Klein was still not quite clear-headed and couldn't understand what had happened to him.

But the stifling feeling at that moment still brought a thought to his mind.

That is, we need to find a way to get out as soon as possible.

Otherwise, Klein felt he would definitely suffocate here very soon.

Klein searched for the opening of the box by touch, since such a thing was unlikely to be a single, solid piece without an exit.

He quickly found a way to break through.

Klein raised his hand and pushed towards both sides, feeling a slight loosening.

So he mustered all his strength and pushed the "lid" open a crack, then reached out his hand.

The fresh air, carrying the scent of earth, flowed in as the crack opened, and Klein took the opportunity to catch his breath.

Then he tried to push away the obstruction in front of him so that he could sit up.

However, just as Klein was about to act, he stopped.

He frowned, realizing that things were not so simple.

He was so focused on escaping his predicament and blocked by the mud and the "lid" that he didn't notice the commotion outside.

However, when Klein pushed the "lid" open a crack and reached out his hand, he heard a faint singing coming from outside.

It was a clear and beautiful female voice, softly humming, as if lamenting and yearning, as if weeping and pleading.

After listening for a few seconds, Klein felt that the melody was somewhat familiar.

However, because the humming wasn't very loud, he couldn't make out what the song was actually saying.

Under normal circumstances, Klein might have listened attentively to this singing, since it sounded quite pleasant.

However, at that moment, through the crack he had pushed open, he saw the dim night outside.

Then, upon hearing that ethereal singing voice again, Klein felt a chill run down his spine.

I think I'm lying in a coffin right now. I remember now, I was killed by someone who ripped out my heart... So I've been resurrected? But did I encounter a supernatural event as soon as I was resurrected? What bad luck... Klein lay in the coffin, feeling his heart pounding.

He tried touching it with his free hand and found that his chest cavity was gradually healing.

It's like the healing process of the skull after the original owner shot himself.

After confirming that his wound was healing, Klein touched his pocket again.

He discovered that his gun and cane were gone, leaving him only with a citrine he used for divination and a bronze whistle given to him by Mr. Azik.

Although Klein is now a Sequence 8 Joker, which does provide a certain boost to combat power, he is not considered very strong.

Without firearms and weapons, they don't actually have much combat power.

Moreover, what Klein is currently encountering appears to be a paranormal event, making the situation even more troublesome.

For this type of event, physical attacks alone are unlikely to be effective.

The solar pathway is actually the one that can truly restrain these kinds of paranormal events.

Unfortunately, Klein did not find the Yangyan Talisman that he had painstakingly created on his own body.

The Yangyan Talisman is gone! I made it and haven't even used it yet... Klein thought with a hint of despair.

He went through so much trouble, being burned to the ground by the Eternal Sun and begging Mr. Azik for help, only to have it all come to nothing.

Unable to fight head-on, he had to hide first... Having lost any good countermeasures, Klein had no choice but to follow his heart.

He planned to slowly withdraw his hand to avoid being discovered.

Of course, a little gap still needs to be left, otherwise even if he isn't killed by a supernatural event, he'll suffocate.

However, just as Klein was about to slowly pull his hand back, he noticed that the singing he had been hearing had suddenly stopped.

The singing had stopped? Klein frowned and listened carefully to the sounds outside, but all he heard was silence.

Even so, he still had no intention of going out, since he didn't know what the situation was like outside.

However, Klein didn't plan to wait until daytime, since he had now come back from the dead.

If it were a past life, resurrection might be a possibility.

However, in this medieval-like era, such things are not something that can be done casually.

So, Klein planned to wait for about ten minutes, and if there was still no movement, he would try to go out and take a look.

However, just as he was wondering why the singing outside had suddenly stopped, he suddenly felt his outstretched hand being grasped by another icy cold hand.

I've got it!

Klein: !!!

At the same time, a clear and melodious sound came:

"Doctor, you can't rest now."

However, Klein couldn't hear the content of the voice at all.

The moment his hand was grasped, he was like a cat with its fur standing on end, feeling so frightened that goosebumps rose all over his body.

In the blink of an eye, Klein didn't have much time to think.

With all his might, he ripped open his coffin lid and scrambled to the side.

Arthur:......

Arthur had seen Klein crawl out and came over to pull him out.

As a result, Klein jumped up like a startled rabbit.

Arthur was still in the squatting, hand-shaking position, and was somewhat taken aback.

He hadn't expected that simply shaking hands and saying a few words would elicit such a strong reaction from Klein after his resurrection.

At this moment, Klein, who had scrambled to the side, noticed that there was no movement behind him, so he turned around and glanced back.

Then, his running steps gradually came to a stop.

"War... Mr. Anduin?" His expression was clearly confused, not knowing why the other person was here.

"Hi." Arthur waved to him, giving a somewhat awkward greeting.

Klein glanced at Arthur, then looked around and found everything peaceful, with no signs of anything strange happening.

“Mr. Anduin, did you hear anything just now? And why are you here?” Klein asked, looking at his fellow countryman.

Theoretically speaking, his resurrection should not be discovered, especially by people in the world's church.

However, if it's someone from the same hometown as Mr. Chariot, then there's still a chance for things to turn around.

Klein felt that the other person, being a transmigrator like himself, would be more accepting of such things.

At least they won't react as violently as people in this world would upon seeing him come back to life.

"Well, actually I just arrived myself, and I didn't hear anything unusual," Arthur said, standing up.

He would naturally not admit that he had been squatting there for half a day just to wait for Klein to resurrect.

And he wouldn't say that he had started humming somber tunes in the cemetery just now because he was bored.

Arthur's mind gradually cleared up. He guessed that Klein was probably so frightened that he almost ran away because he heard him singing here, which was why he reacted so strongly.

"Then why are you here?" Klein knew that Mr. Chariot was not concerned about his resurrection since he spoke to him as usual.

This relieved him, and he remarked that his fellow villagers were indeed very receptive to change.

However, Arthur's next words made Klein's heart jump.

"Hehe, the reason I came to check on you so late at night is because I think you might not be so easy to kill."

As Arthur spoke, he took two small items out of his pocket.

He first showed them to Klein to avoid an overreaction, then threw the two items to Klein.

Klein took a look and discovered that they were actually two Yang Flame Talismans.

He reached out and took them, staring blankly at the two Yang Flame Talismans in his hand.

"This was found on you before, and I'm returning it to you now," Arthur said with a smile.

He found this while preparing Klein's body for his funeral.

Because of the sensitive origins of these two talismans, they must not be discovered by the night watchmen.

Otherwise, once it attracts attention, not only will Klein's two talismans be lost, but his own two talismans will probably also run into trouble.

Hearing this, Klein's doubts deepened.

He put the two Yang Flame Talismans back into his pocket and asked:

"Mr. Anduin, why do you think I'm not so easy to kill?"

He was ambushed and had his heart ripped out. No normal person would believe that he could revive after suffering such an injury.

"Heh, the reason I think you won't die so easily is mainly because I think you're special," Arthur said with a light laugh, looking at Klein's bewildered expression.

“Am I special? What makes me special?” Klein asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Just as special as me, we are the same kind of people, aren’t we?” Arthur said meaningfully.

Klein: !!!

He knows I'm a time traveler too? How did he know? No, no, maybe Mr. Chariot is bluffing me, or he's talking about something else... Klein composed himself and was about to say something when Arthur spoke first.

“This isn’t a good place to talk. I think you should clean up the mess you made by lifting the coffin first, and then we can find another place to have a proper talk,” Arthur said, pointing to the grave beside him.

Klein looked at the grave where he had been lying and found that it was now somewhat messy because of his action of flipping the coffin lid.

The soil was scattered haphazardly, and the coffin lid had been blown to one side.

If nothing is done, people will definitely notice something is wrong and discover that his body is missing.

Klein nodded and began to restore his grave to its original state.

Arthur also squatted down and began to help rebury Little K's grave.

To be fair, Arthur found the experience of filling in a grave with the owner quite interesting.