kvmb Chapter 359: A Transmigrator?
Chapter 359: A Transmigrator?
Gu Mochen and Ye Qingchen's group finished their conversation as the night deepened. The journey had left them somewhat exhausted; they hadn't slept enough the night before, and with the night already late, going out for a stroll was clearly inappropriate. So, they decided to go to sleep first.
This was a small building constructed of stone and cement. In this northern frontier, such architecture was quite unique. The building stood quietly in the night, exuding a mysterious aura. The steward, with a smile on his face, led Gu Mochen and Ye Qingchen upstairs to the bedrooms prepared for them.
The bedrooms weren't spacious, but each had a window, and even though they were closed, a sense of openness still lingered. The steward bowed slightly and respectfully addressed Gu Mochen and Ye Qingchen, "Masters, we have carefully prepared three rooms for you, including a washroom. The quilts in the rooms are thick and warm. The temperature difference between day and night here is extreme, so please make sure you are well covered up at night and don't catch a cold. If you get hungry during the night, there is milk and bread by the fireplace; it will be just right to have a snack. Tomorrow morning, please move to the hall for breakfast."
Gu Mochen and Ye Qingchen nodded slightly to express their gratitude to the steward. After the steward took his leave, they began to look around the room. Ye Qingchen walked to the bedside and gently touched the bed. A soft mattress covered the bed. Although the bed wasn't particularly large, the frame was made of iron tubing, quite different from the wooden beds they usually saw. The other furniture in the room was similar, all covered with luxurious cushions and springs underneath; a gentle press revealed a soft, bouncy texture.
Gu Mochen sat down with great interest. The mattress sank slightly and then slowly bounced back, giving him a novel experience. He couldn't help but turn to look at Ye Qingchen, his eyes full of surprise, and said, "Madam, should we get a bed like this to take home? It feels so comfortable!" Upon hearing this, Ye Qingchen's previously pleasant expression froze instantly, and a look of astonishment flashed across her face.
She pondered to herself, "This is ancient times! The craftsmanship of this cushion is far beyond what we'd expect from this era." As a time traveler herself, she knew all too well that such a thing shouldn't exist in this world. The fact that this cushion was before her meant there were only two possibilities. One was that someone here truly possessed exceptional ingenuity and creativity, developing such a revolutionary item; the other possibility, which worried her the most, was that there were other time travelers here.
If another time traveler truly exists, and that person possesses a spatial ability like hers, then her secret of time travel could very well be exposed. Even more terrifying is the possibility that their spatial ability might contain dangerous weapons; given the defensive capabilities of this era, how would they possibly cope? Thinking of this, Ye Qingchen felt a chill run down her spine, and a sense of unease welled up within her. She secretly resolved that tomorrow she must find an opportunity to properly inquire who invented this bed.
Ye Qingchen steadied herself and looked at Gu Mochen, who was also sitting on the edge of the bed, still praising its comfort. She said, "Mochen, don't you think this bed is a bit too strange? The craftsmanship and materials are beyond what modern artisans could easily achieve." Hearing this, Gu Mochen's smile faded, his brows furrowed slightly, and after a moment of contemplation, he said, "Madam is quite right. I only noticed how exceptionally comfortable the bed was and overlooked this detail. However, perhaps, as the steward said, there is someone here with exceptional skills who could create such unique furniture." Ye Qingchen gently shook her head, her eyes filled with worry. "If it were just ordinary skillful craftsmanship, that would be understandable. But this iron pipe bed frame and this soft, springy mattress are truly beyond reason. I'm worried..." She paused, hesitating whether to tell Gu Mochen about her deepest concern—the transmigrator—as this matter was too bizarre and might be difficult for him to accept.
Seeing her hesitate, Gu Mochen grew even more curious and pressed, "What are you worried about, Madam? Please speak freely." Ye Qingchen bit her lower lip, pondered for a while, and decided she shouldn't hide it from him. She slowly said, "I'm worried that the person behind this might not be from our era." Gu Mochen's eyes flashed with surprise, then he laughed heartily, "Madam, are you perhaps a little confused from your journey? If there really was someone from another time, how come we haven't discovered them yet?" Seeing his disbelief, Ye Qingchen's expression grew even more serious. She said earnestly, "Mochen, I'm not joking. Think about it, the craftsmanship of this bed is unlike anything we've ever seen here before. Without knowledge far surpassing our own, how could such an object be made? I suspect that someone, like me, might be from a later era." Hearing her seriousness, Gu Mochen's smile faded, and his expression became serious as well: "If it's truly as Madam says, then what is this person's purpose? And what threat do they pose to us?" Ye Qingchen shook her head helplessly: "I don't know either, so I'll definitely inquire carefully tomorrow to see who made this bed." Gu Mochen reached out and gently held Ye Qingchen's hand, comforting her: "Madam, don't worry too much. No matter what, I'll be by your side. If anything unusual happens, we'll figure out a way to deal with it together." Ye Qingchen nodded slightly, feeling a little warmer from his touch, but the worry still lingered in her heart.
The night passed quickly, and the next morning, sunlight streamed softly through the cracks in the window, illuminating the floor of the room. Gu Mochen and Ye Qingchen got up early, quickly washed up, and went to the hall. Inside, many people were already busy at work; Bai Zhi, Fu Ling, Bai Yufei, and Song Ming had also come downstairs long ago. Upon seeing them, the steward immediately greeted them with a beaming smile and led them to the dining table. The table was laden with a sumptuous breakfast: steaming porridge, freshly baked bread, and various fresh fruits.
While eating breakfast, Ye Qingchen secretly observed the people around her. She tried to find clues related to the unusual bed from their words and actions. As breakfast was nearing its end, she casually remarked to the steward, "I'm quite curious about the bed we slept in last night. Its design is very unique; I wonder who made it?" The steward paused slightly, then smiled and replied, "Madam, you may not know, but this bed was made by one of our most skilled craftsmen. He enjoys tinkering with novelties, and this bed is one of his masterpieces."
Ye Qingchen's doubts remained, and she continued to press, "Where is this craftsman now? I really want to meet him and praise his exquisite craftsmanship in person." The steward looked troubled, hesitated for a moment, and said, "This craftsman is usually homeless, often traveling around in search of inspiration. He's probably not here anymore. But don't worry, Madam, if he returns, I will inform you immediately." Ye Qingchen nodded slightly, but in her heart, she felt increasingly suspicious about the matter.
Ye Qingchen asked again, "Is this one of our people?" The steward replied, "Yes, he made this bed and mattress, and he also invented the bread you're eating. If he comes back, I will definitely have him come to see you." Ye Qingchen was now certain that this person had transmigrated, but he couldn't guarantee whether he had a spatial ability.
After breakfast, Gu Mochen and Ye Qingchen decided to wander around the area to see if they could find any more clues about the unusual bed. They strolled through the town's streets, where shops lined the streets and people bustled about, creating a lively scene. However, Ye Qingchen had no interest in appreciating the bustling atmosphere; her mind was entirely focused on finding the possible transmigrator.
As they walked, they came across a handicraft workshop. Inside, an old craftsman was intently crafting a wood carving. Ye Qingchen, on a whim, went up to the craftsman and struck up a conversation. She first praised his wood carving skills, then changed the subject, mentioning the unique bed. The craftsman smiled and said, "That bed you mentioned, young lady, I've heard a little about it. That craftsman is indeed an extraordinary person; his ideas are always unconventional. However, I don't have much interaction with him, only that I've heard he often goes to the deep mountains of northern Xinjiang, saying that's where he finds the inspiration he needs."
Ye Qingchen and Gu Mochen exchanged a glance, both understanding that the answers they sought might be hidden deep within these mountains. Therefore, they decided to prepare and venture into the mysterious mountains to explore. On a bright, sunny morning, Gu Mochen and the other five, carrying simple belongings and led by one of their companions, set off on the road to the mountains. The mountain path was rugged and difficult to traverse, with lush, towering trees on both sides blocking out the sun. They proceeded cautiously, their hearts filled with both anticipation for the unknown and a tinge of apprehension. What kind of adventures would they encounter in these deep mountains? Would they be able to uncover the secrets behind the bed and find the possible transmigrator?