Life Script
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
The sudden downpour beat against the metal canopy, emitting dense and crisp sounds. It was like drumbeats pinging and ponging, and also like an era hurriedly playing a sonata.
Amidst the overlapping rain curtains, Chen Ling, draped in a Great Crimson Theatrical Robe, gazed indifferently at Nie Yu under the gun muzzle, the hem of his clothes swaying gently in the wind.
"Last words?" Nie Yu, his face covered in blood and dirt, sneered weakly. "Only cowards... need last words to move their enemies, begging for a chance to survive... Defeat is defeat, I have nothing to say."
"Alright, then I'll change the question," Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly.
"...Where is Ying Fu?"
"I don't know," Nie Yu calmly spat out three words.
"Didn't he send you?"
Chen Ling's brows furrowed slightly. He naturally knew that Nie Yu was refusing to answer the question, simultaneously hiding Ying Fu's movement trajectory. But what he didn't expect was that this guy was actually so loyal to Ying Fu?
"I don't understand... If Ying Fu used the Timeline Save File to come back like me, then the time he's been active in this era should be synchronized with mine... In such a short time, how did he make you submit to him so wholeheartedly?"
Nie Yu's sole remaining eye calmly met Chen Ling's gaze.
"I, don't, know."
Chen Ling shook his head helplessly. "Since you're unwilling to cooperate, then I can only take a look myself..."
Chen Ling catalyzed his Spiritual Power. A pair of apricot-red eye corners surfaced again, and [Vermilion Countenance] covered his face. His pupils seemed to contain some kind of magic, his gaze drilling into Nie Yu's eyes like a sword!
A segment of fragmented memory surged into Chen Ling's pupils!
...
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
Chen Ling opened his eyes again, still finding himself amidst a rainstorm.
It was just that this place was no longer the abandoned factory building in the service area, not even within the country. A dilapidated and chaotic street appeared before Chen Ling's eyes. Rainwater washed over the muddy ground, and a figure passed through his illusory body, staggering forward.
That was a man wearing tattered clothes, looking like a beggar. His hair was greasy and messy, as if it hadn't been washed in a long time. His body emanated a stench picked up from who knows where, as if he had just crawled and rolled out of some sewer.
But on his back, he carried a pitted Hunting Knife. Dark bloodstains still remained on the blade, emitting a terrifying stench of blood.
Even if Chen Ling didn't see his front face, he knew who this person was. That back figure carrying the Hunting Knife was simply too familiar to him... Although Nie Yu's figure looked somewhat thin at this moment, the sinister and sharp Killing Intent on his body couldn't be washed away even by the heavy rain.
As he advanced, some simply dressed yellow-skinned people poked their heads out from the dilapidated streets on both sides. Most were skinny children, pointing and gesturing at the staggering Nie Yu, their eyes full of curiosity.
"Is this place... Myanmar?" Chen Ling looked at the surrounding environment, deep in thought.
The dying Nie Yu's Spiritual Power was already shattered beyond repair. Through the pupil technique of [Vermilion Countenance], Chen Ling easily peeked into a corner of his "Life Script." Without any accidents, this place was the most deeply impressive scene to Nie Yu.
Chen Ling wasn't sure if Ying Fu would appear in this scene, he just wanted to give it a try... As Nie Yu gradually walked further away, he also took steps to follow.
Eventually, Nie Yu slowly stopped in front of a bar at the end of the street.
He took a deep breath, a look of pain and struggle flashing across his exhausted eyes. But finally, he still forcefully pushed the door open and entered. As the bar door opened with a creak, highly rhythmic music mixed with some intoxicating scent rushed to his face from inside.
Within the dim and cramped venue, neon lights flashed dazzlingly. Black leather sofas were everywhere in the bar. People of various skin colors gathered here, laughing and conversing amidst heavy metal music that made one's eardrums ache...
Seeing the bar door pushed open, on the several booths near the door, a few black men holding wine glasses sized up Nie Yu. Seeing the Hunting Knife on his back, their expressions became somewhat unfriendly. More and more gazes converged here.
The rain curtain fell behind that ragged figure. Nie Yu stood right at the bar entrance, carrying his knife, his gaze carefully sweeping over every corner of the bar.
Right at this moment, several burly figures with large amounts of exposed tattoos blocked in front of Nie Yu, speaking with gloomy faces:
"ကလေး၊သင်ဘာလိုချင်တာက (Kid, what do you want?)"
Nie Yu was silent for a moment. "sbကိုရှာပါ။ (Looking for someone.)"
Nie Yu pronounced the three words "Huang Cuifang" in Chinese. Seeing that they had no reaction, he directly took out a photo and held it in front of them. They exchanged a glance, shook their heads one after another, and seemed to start making moves to drive Nie Yu away.
But Nie Yu had no intention of just leaving like this. He completely ignored them, forcefully pushing past them with his strength and walking towards the bar interior. Amidst a burst of angry shouts, he rapidly shuttled between every booth, carefully identifying every figure here.
Those burly men surrounded him from all directions, some even directly pulling out guns from their clothes. Nie Yu acted as if he didn't see them, still frantically searching... But as a beam of spotlight swept past his front and finally fixed on a certain corner of the bar Stage, Nie Yu suddenly froze on the spot.
He saw that on the neon-flashing Stage, a few scantily clad dancers were carrying a vase and walking forward amidst cheers. The vase was only half an arm high, just the type usually used for holding small potted plants. But above the vase at this moment, grew a head...
That was a woman in her fifties. She had no body, no limbs. Only a solitary head grew at the mouth of the vase, as if a deformed monster had been stuffed into the vase. Her eyes were dull and deathly still, without a trace of life.
Right at this moment, her peripheral vision seemed to catch a familiar figure, her pupils unconsciously dilating...
Seeing that face, Nie Yu stood frozen on the spot.
The roaring music was pulsating, and the Audience Off Stage was cheering amidst the dancers' hot dances. One by one, fierce-looking figures grabbed Nie Yu's body, pressed gun muzzles to his temples, and angrily roared something...
But Nie Yu had no reaction at all to any of this, as if he had completely detached from this world.
As the woman in the vase began to cry, and as Nie Yu was dragged out the door bit by bit, this special forces member who had hunted tirelessly for fifteen days in the Golden Triangle suddenly started laughing heartily.
His expression gradually became ferocious, his eyes flashing with absurdity and madness. He broke free from the hands of the burly men, drew the Hunting Knife from his back, and with a flash of the blade's light, the burly men's astonished heads were tossed high into the air...
The music played frantically, covering up all the terrified cries for help. Nie Yu, like a God of Slaughter walking out from a sea of blood, swung the grim reaper's Hunting Knife, dancing wildly under the neon lights.
On that day, not a single living soul was left in the bar... including Huang Cuifang in the vase.