Memories Out of Control
[Audience Expectation Value +3]
[Current Expectation Value: 54%]
"No, there is no such place. I'm someone who has read the manual." Jian Changsheng shook his head with certainty, then pointed at Jiang Xiaohua's forehead and pretended to speak fiercely,
"Buddy, whoever you are, don't follow us anymore... The Heaven-Reaching Star Position is definitely mine! You can't snatch it!"
Jian Changsheng waved his fist and didn't say anything more to Jiang Xiaohua.
The three turned around and continued walking towards the vast white snow ahead... leaving only Jiang Xiaohua standing blankly in the snowy ground, like a sculpture.
Jiang Xiaohua knew that without his knowledge, something must have happened.
He subconsciously looked down at his chest. A mysterious black Marking in the shape of a small flower was silently emitting a faint light from the corner of its petals... That was one of the Curses engraved on him.
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Forgetting Progress: 30%
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"Where... is this?"
Wind and snow clung to Chen Ling's eyelashes. The vermilion Theatrical Robe silently fluttered as he slowly stopped his footsteps.
Chen Ling felt as if he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it no matter how hard he tried. He looked at that palace in the snow far away, his mind completely blank.
Losing Jiang Xiaohua's cover, the Aura of the Imperial Fate began to attract the attention of some nearby Imperial Remnants, yet Chen Ling was completely unaware of it;
"Strange... seems like something's not right." Jian Changsheng patted his forehead with his palm and muttered, "Hearts, you... eh, why are you here? Shouldn't you be in the Ancient Vault of the Drama Path?"
"Ancient Vault of the Drama Path, right, this should be in the Ancient Vault of the Drama Path... Which Optical Disc is this?"
Chen Ling caught a glimpse of a stranger beside him from the corner of his eye, wearing an ancient Tang suit and small Round Sunglasses, who was also scrutinizing him with confusion, with an expression of having seen a ghost.
"No way, I just had a dine-and-dash meal, it shouldn't go this far, right?!" Sun Bumian subconsciously took two steps back. "Where have I been kidnapped to??"
Just as Chen Ling was about to open his mouth to say something, a pale gold Imperial Remnant descended from the sky!
Boom——!!
A golden dragon made of paper money roared past the earth. The churning Aura blasted Chen Ling's trio away in different directions. Amidst the flying broken snow, the Great Crimson Theatrical Robe retreated violently for dozens of meters before stumbling to steady his figure.
The gaze of the Imperial Remnant instantly locked onto Chen Ling. Waving a hand again, countless paper money gathered from all directions!
Seeing this, Chen Ling instinctively stepped with [Cloud Steps], narrowly avoiding the dangerous attack... then suddenly froze in place.
"Cloud Steps? How do I know Cloud Steps??"
In Chen Ling's memory right now, he had just come into contact with the four Theatre Dao Secret Methods and hadn't fully mastered them yet. Seeing himself suddenly use this move, the blankness in his eyes grew even thicker.
"I don't court calamity, and calamity doesn't court me... The situation is bad, it's best if I leave first!"
Sun Bumian unhesitatingly stepped with [Cloud Steps]. Taking advantage of the Imperial Remnant hunting down Chen Ling, he fled, flashing away and disappearing into the vast wind and snow.
Jian Changsheng also had his vision obscured by the paper money swirling everywhere, losing his sense of direction amidst cries of alarm.
"Damn it..."
Chen Ling, having forgotten two Fourth Order Domains and all the Theatre Dao Secret Methods, was naturally not a match for this Imperial Remnant. Even putting forth all his strength, he could only walk through a few rounds in a sorry state, barely managing to keep his life.
No, this isn't right... I must have forgotten something... forgetting...
Is it the Path of the Thief?
Just as a trace of doubt arose in Chen Ling's mind, a smear of white light silently flashed past. His "doubt" was also stolen, leaving only endless hollowness and blankness.
Roar——!!
The paper money golden dragon roared and bit onto Chen Ling's figure. The sharp teeth instantly bit out several large holes, and trickling fresh blood flowed out... Chen Ling was bitten by the golden dragon and smashed into the earth, followed by a resounding boom.
The pale gold Imperial Remnant silently drifted down from the sky. That paper money golden dragon circled in the wind. Just as he was about to deliver the final blow to Chen Ling, his body suddenly trembled!
Not far behind him, a bare-chested white-haired figure was sitting in the snowy ground at some point in time...
In front of him, a little figure crafted from paper money looked lifelike;
That little paper figure wore an Imperial Robe and had a dignified appearance. Beside him was also thoughtfully attached a paper dragon the thickness of a pinky finger, exactly corresponding to that Imperial Remnant.
Jiang Xiaohua formed a hand seal in front of him, flicked his finger, and hit the little paper figure squarely on the forehead.
Smack——
The paper figure flew backwards out of the snow.
Almost at the same time, Jiang Xiaohua spoke softly:
"Curse."
Bang——!!
The Imperial Remnant seemed to have been hit heavily by something, violently flying backwards. That paper money golden dragon also coiled around him, whistling as they shot out several kilometers away.
Taking advantage of this gap, Jiang Xiaohua quickly got up from the snowy ground and wildly ran to the pit where Chen Ling was!
He carried the blood-covered Chen Ling on his back, and taking heavy steps, fled in the opposite direction of the Imperial Remnant from just now... At the same time, the Aura drifting out from his skin also temporarily concealed Chen Ling's Imperial Fate.
Chen Ling was already covered in wounds at this time. He felt that he was being carried forward on someone's back, and slowly opened his eyes in a daze.
"Who... are you...?" Chen Ling didn't know him, even though they had just met once a few minutes ago.
"Jiang Xiaohua." The white-haired figure answered in a small voice.
"Why save me?"
Jiang Xiaohua was silent for a long time, then spoke muffledly: "You said... you would take me out... I believe you."
Under the Great Crimson Theatrical Robe, Chen Ling's fresh blood trickled and flowed. He remained silent, as if recalling what Jiang Xiaohua meant.
Jiang Xiaohua still wanted to say something, but a smear of white light flashed above their heads.
In the next moment,
A sharp Bone-Stripping Knife pierced into his chest.
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Forgetting Progress: 60%
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Jiang Xiaohua's figure fell into the accumulated snow, heavily raising a burst of broken snow.
The vermilion Theatrical Robe slowly stood up from the snowy ground. A Bone-Stripping Knife was silently pulled out from Jiang Xiaohua's chest... Fresh blood stained the blade, stained the snowy ground, and also made the corners of the Theatrical Robe even more scarlet.
Chen Ling's pupils were full of bloodshot veins. His aura was sharp and crazy, and a surge of killing intent frantically raged around him!
"Whether Fire-Stealers or Law Enforcers... In the Ancient Vault of the Military Path, there cannot be a second survivor."
"This is my performance, this is my..."
"No One Survived."
Chen Ling's voice was incomparably hoarse.
At this moment, he seemed to be back in the Ancient Vault of the Military Path. He had killed everyone present and become the final, sole survivor... This was the condition for his performance to advance to the next tier.
Chen Ling slowly stepped over Jiang Xiaohua's stiff corpse. The vermilion Theatrical Robe was like a demon, silently fluttering in the wind and snow.
"Why..."
"Why hasn't the performance ended yet..."
Chen Ling pondered for a moment, then suddenly realized, "Right, I haven't died yet... Only if I die too can it be considered 'No One Survived'."
Chen Ling pulled out a gun from his embrace. The pitch-black muzzle slowly pressed against his own temple,
The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.