Chen Ling's Memories?
Little Jian was stunned.
He was just an ordinary servant, an ant in Aurora City whose death wouldn't be cared about by anyone... But now, a person surprisingly appeared in front of everyone, and propped up his back that had been hunched for over ten years.
Little Jian didn't know him, nor did he know what the Six of Spades was. But the moment Sun Bumian said those words, it was as if something deep in his mind was about to awaken, and an unprecedentedly intense emotion spread from the bottom of his heart!
"Just who exactly are you..." Little Jian murmured.
"I am Sun Bumian."
Sun Bumian felt the vibration coming from this segment of memory, and knew that the time had come. He reached out and grabbed into the nothingness, and the memory thread belonging to Jian Changsheng was tightly grasped in his hand... He spoke indifferently,
"Jian Changsheng, it's time for you to wake up."
Then, he forcefully pulled!
Jian Changsheng's blank pupils gradually recovered their clarity, and his entire person's temperament began to transform. His humble spine gradually straightened. Just as Sun Bumian said a moment ago, he raised his head, his gaze calmly sweeping over the surroundings...
His expression was somewhat complex.
"So it's actually this segment of memory huh..."
At the same time, those bodyguards from the Stars Chamber of Commerce and the surrounding Enforcers quickly rushed over here. The butler with his nasal bone covered in fresh blood staggered up from the ground. With those people backing him up, his confidence obviously grew much stronger again.
The butler stood on the high steps, pointing at Jian Changsheng in the snowy ground, and cursed loudly:
"Little Jian!! Still not coming back?!!"
"Do you really think our Yan Family can't deal with you?? A Dog Slave, without our Yan Family's protection, you are nothing!!"
Wuwuwu——
Wind and snow blew past the snowy ground in front of the door, gently fluttering the hems of the two figures' clothes.
"I didn't expect that you lived so aggrievedly in the past." Sun Bumian didn't even take a glance at the butler. He pinched the Prayer Beads in his hand, and said leisurely to Jian Changsheng, "Although this is just a segment of memory, how about taking this opportunity to vent your anger?"
Jian Changsheng stood silently in front of the gates, his gaze sweeping over those familiar faces around one by one, as well as the disgusting butler. The sufferings of the past churned in his heart...
But ultimately, he still withdrew his gaze and spoke calmly,
"... No need, let the past remain in the past. Little Jian is already dead. In Jian Changsheng's future... they are nothing."
The current Jian Changsheng was already the Six of Spades of the Dusk Society, whose reputation had spread throughout the Nine Great Realms. A mere Yan Family, a short-sighted butler, could no longer enter his eyes... Jian Changsheng no longer needed to lower his head to look down upon this group of ants.
Jian Changsheng turned to leave. Those cold and calm eyes caused the hearts of the spectating crowd to tremble, and they subconsciously made way for him.
Seeing this, Sun Bumian naturally wouldn't say anything more. Shrugging his shoulders, he followed along.
The butler on the steps saw that Jian Changsheng actually dared to leave, and with so many people watching the joke around, he instantly flew into a thundering rage. His curses echoed amidst the wind and snow:
"Good... good good good, you dare to leave, huh! Where do you think this is? This is Aurora City! Do you think you can get away??"
"I will have them break your legs, and make you kneel at my door for three days and three nights!!"
"You are just like your dad, both destined to be Dog Slaves!!"
Jian Changsheng's eyes slightly narrowed.
The fingertip under his sleeve casually flicked, and a clap of thunder instantly slashed across the sky!
In the next moment, the head of the loudly cursing butler on the steps exploded like a firecracker. Fresh blood mixed with brain matter splattered all over the gates, and the ear-piercing curses abruptly ceased...
After a brief pause, bursts of horrified cries rang out continuously from behind.
Jian Changsheng didn't stop his footsteps.
The past turned into clouds and smoke behind him. His gaze stared firmly at the nothingness ahead, and he slowly spoke:
"Let's go, let's go save Hearts."
"How's the situation on Hearts' side?" Sun Bumian asked.
Jian Changsheng shook his head, his gaze somewhat complex,
"By myself, I can't save him... That is a hell within hell."
...
A pale spotlight shone on Jian Changsheng's face.
He took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled... After a long time, he finally opened his eyes again, trying to face the densely packed scarlet pupils in the darkness with a calm state of mind.
"Is this your memory, Hearts?" Jian Changsheng gave a miserable laugh,
"What the hell... are these things??"
Since opening his eyes, Jian Changsheng found himself situated in this mysterious Stage. The first glance he saw of those audiences in the darkness, his scalp went so numb it almost exploded...
Jian Changsheng had tried to escape, but no matter which direction, he couldn't leave the Stage. Moreover, those scarlet pupils would turn along with his movements, staring at him with a creepy, mocking gaze.
This feeling made Jian Changsheng feel like a mouse meant for people's amusement, living bewilderedly in a Glass box, with an extremely strong psychological oppression.
Jian Changsheng also saw a mysterious bookshelf beside the Stage, which seemed to hold several Scripts, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see what was written on those Scripts clearly, nor could he take them down, as if they were locked.
Ultimately, Jian Changsheng's gaze fell upon the curtains.
Movie-like scenes flowed upon it.
Jian Changsheng walked up to the curtains, blankly looking at all of this...
He saw the piercing radiance of surgical lights shining overhead. Figures held someone down on the bed, using scalpels to cut open his body bit by bit;
He saw shovelfuls of damp dirt obscure the vision, burying a body bag covered in fresh blood;
He saw a sorry, drenched figure in a narrow house, chewing on the fragments of a Bone-Stripping Knife alone;
He saw a pair of parents personally drug their own child unconscious, pull out an Axe from a sack, and hack at his head;
He saw a handsome youth wearing a Theatrical Robe standing in a house. As he gently blew out the candle, a gust of cold wind swept into the house, and when looking back, he had already disappeared without a trace...
"This is..." Jian Changsheng stood frozen in place.
Jian Changsheng saw Chen Ling charge onto a Wilderness covered in white snow, desperately digging at the dirt beneath him, tears mixed with sweat flowing down his cheeks... Deep sorrow surfaced in his eyes.
This, was Chen Ling's past?
Jian Changsheng didn't know why, even though they were both in a memory cycle, Sun Bumian could appear directly in his memory, while he himself could only come to this baffling Theater, and see Chen Ling's past through the curtains... But he knew that if he wanted to redeem Chen Ling, he had to make up for his regrets.
"Damn it... how am I supposed to go in and help him??"
Jian Changsheng used his fists to smash the curtains in front of him, but it was like smashing against a concrete wall, letting out muffled thumping sounds, and completely unable to enter within.