"You only have one chance. If you answer wrong or refuse to answer my question, I will kill you."
"..."
"I just normally hid on their way home from work, knocked them out one by one while no one was around, then borrowed a cargo cart and came over... Don't worry, no one found out on the way."
"..."
"... Xiao Zhuo, let me ask you something."
"..."
"Use? No, this is called 'cooperation'..."
"..."
Familiar scenes flashed before the Red-Clad Figure's eyes one by one. The people or things he had encountered were all continuously rewinding along with the flickering lights and shadows, like watching a movie of an life that belonged to him.
"Not here... Need to go further back."
He muttered to himself.
As he continuously walked toward the depths of his memories, more images emerged... He saw himself wearing the "Lin Yan" mask, fighting a life-and-death struggle with Jian Changsheng; he saw himself standing in an empty Warehouse, performing a crazy one-man show to a hooded Wen Shilin; he saw himself standing at the front of a train under the gaze of thousands, burning to ashes amidst roaring flames and Poker cards...
He was like an audience member, watching his own life.
Right at this moment, he felt his footsteps suddenly become somewhat heavy, as if something was dragging him from behind.
He abruptly turned his head to look back, only to see that within the circulating memory vortex, pitch-black palms seemed to extend from nothingness, beginning to tear at the memory fragments behind him. At the same time, another wave of palms grabbed directly at his Theatrical Robe. Behind those palms, pairs of scarlet pupils were crowded together, full of anger and madness!
The Audience was stopping him from looking back at his memories!
Seeing this scene, the Red-Clad Figure's pupils shrank slightly. He hadn't expected that when he performed evidence retrieval on his own soul, these Audience members could actually intervene as well. Without hesitation, he quickened his pace, trying to break free from these palms grasping at him, and dashed towards the depths of his memories!
"I don't know why Aurora City calls you a Heretic, and I also don't know why they absolutely must kill you... After this gunshot, you are already dead. You died in battle on the battlefield fighting Calamities."
"..."
"Light the Torchlight, they will come because of it."
"..."
"In the name of the Thief God of Finality, the Silver King... you will all die here."
"..."
The lights and shadows of memories rapidly retreated before his eyes. It was as if he had once again passed through that fiercely burning station, once again smelled the fragrant aroma of the broiler feast. He stood atop the corpses strewn all over the Ancient Vault of the Military Path, welcoming his own death with a Dagger;
Not enough... still not enough!!
His speed became slower and slower. That Great Crimson Theatrical Robe seemed to have been pulled to its absolute limit. Gritting his teeth, he directly took off the entire garment and dashed forward at the fastest speed possible;
The Great Crimson Theatrical Robe was instantly swallowed by countless black palms, but it didn't slow them down in the slightest. They had already torn apart all the white smoke they passed through. Those palms surged over like a tide, and a few of them even climbed onto his body.
"Just what exactly is in the depths of my memories?! That makes you so desperate to stop me?!"
Crack—!
He moved his body with difficulty under the restraint of the palms, his furious voice mixing with the rolling thunder!
His foot stepped onto the deserted street covered in puddles, splashing fine droplets of water. The torrential rain poured down on his body, and the bone-chilling cold felt like invisible steel needles piercing into his body... His vision was misty with water vapor, blurry and unclear.
He had returned to that rainy night again, that rainy night when he first had memories.
His body had never been this heavy, as if carrying tens of thousands of weighty souls. Even taking a single step was incomparably difficult... Densely packed black palms silently reached out from behind him, lightly covering his body, his face... like devils from the abyss, bit by bit covering those desperate and struggling eyes.
In his field of vision, this rainy night street extended all the way to a pitch-black end... That was the place his memories had never touched.
"Get lost!!!"
His body was gradually submerged by the black palms. Even so, he was still struggling frantically. That half-covered pupil stared deathly at the darkness ahead. That would be the final truth he was pursuing.
That foot hovering in midair with difficulty abruptly fell!
Splash—!!
Puddles splashed, and the surrounding street shattered inch by inch.
That mysterious darkness extending to the end of the street abruptly submerged his figure within it. A fragmented memory began to wash over his mind!
At this moment, he felt as if his entire person had lost all weight, floating like a ghost in the endless void. An unprecedented loneliness and pain tore at his consciousness... He tried to open his eyes but failed. He seemed to have already lost the ability of sight.
But even so, he could still vaguely discern the situation around him. He could perceive endless raindrops falling from the sky, seeping into the blood-soaked soil. Underneath that soil were cold and deathly silent corpses...
Mass Grave Mound?
He had returned to the night his corpse was dumped?
He quickly guessed the time and place he was at. At this temporal position, Chen Ling and Chen Yan were both buried in the Mass Grave Mound. His own soul Transmigrated from the past, the Gray World descended and converged, the World-Ending Calamity should have also entered his mind at this time, and there was also that mysterious Theater...
Too many things happened at this point in time, and this, perhaps, was the origin of everything.
Right at this moment, everything in his perception suddenly twisted. This memory fragment was inherently disconnected, and at this moment, it suddenly flickered like an old television screen, beginning to jump to the next complete memory fragment.
The next moment, it was still in this Mass Grave Mound... only, there was an extra person in front of him.
A person??
He was stunned. According to his deductions, at this point in time, whether it was corpses resurrecting or the descent of a World-Ending Calamity, both were possible, but there shouldn't happen to be a person appearing... Who was he? What kind of person would appear here at this critical juncture?
He couldn't clearly see the person's appearance. In his perception, the only thing clearly visible was the Great Crimson Theatrical Robe on the other party's body.
"Have you thought it through?" That person slowly spoke.
"After substituting into his 'Role,' everything about the two of you up until now will be swapped. Identity, background, interpersonal relationships... You will thoroughly become him, allowing him to complete a resurrection in another sense... And correspondingly, you yourself will cease to exist."
"You..."
"Do you really want to become 'Chen Ling'?"