Chapter 1009: [Mockery]

Pale silk hung all over the house, oppressive and dull.

Numerous figures surrounded a middle-aged woman, comforting her with pity. At this moment, the woman sat weakly on the ground, holding a black-and-white photo frame in her arms, already crying into a tearful mess.

Seeing the woman, Chen Ling's heart twitched violently...

That was his mother.

Chen Ling, who had entered the era archives for the first time, did not have the courage to see his mother again, but this time, Chen Ling didn't want to escape anymore...

Chen Ling was too tired.

Walking all this way, he was physically and mentally exhausted. He had accumulated too many secrets and borne too much pressure. Even Chen Ling was close to collapse... Even if it was just a fake illusion, he wanted to talk to his mother.

That was perhaps his only solace now.

However, the moment Chen Ling took a step, everything around him twisted suddenly, like a stage curtain being pulled down by someone.

Chen Ling seemed to sense something and turned his head sharply to look behind him. Pairs of playful scarlet eyes were gradually hiding in the void as the curtain disappeared...

"Audience"?

How could they be here?

Chen Ling turned back blankly to look at the direction of his home, and the next moment his pupils contracted sharply!

"Where is Zhou Ling's dad?"

"Still at the hospital, talking about A-Ling's funeral arrangements... They said to let Xiuyun come back first to pack up his belongings."

"Did you see A-Ling's... corpse?"

"I saw it, poor child... During the earthquake, the cars on the road lost control, and a big truck rushed onto the sidewalk, smashing him to pieces..."

"At the hospital, Caiyun held A-Ling's hand and cried for more than an hour, but later she was pulled away by his dad..."

"Sigh... Heaven has no eyes."

The middle-aged woman was still sitting on the ground with red eyes, but her appearance had become one Chen Ling had never seen before... Even the relatives surrounding her were completely unfamiliar. Chen Ling swore he had never seen them.

Even the black-and-white photo in the woman's arms had changed from Chen Ling to another slightly older young man...

He wore glasses, had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and looked weak and delicate.

"No..."

Chen Ling stared blankly at this scene, his face extremely pale. "This is impossible... How could this be..."

A strange mother, strange relatives, a strange home... The loved ones who were just within reach a moment ago had turned into strangers in the blink of an eye, leaving Chen Ling as if struck by lightning.

Chen Ling instinctively rushed forward and pushed aside the crowd!

"Who are you??" the strangers at the door asked in surprise.

Chen Ling didn't answer. He rushed into the house on his own and found that all the furnishings inside had changed. He rushed into every room like a madman, as if wanting to find traces of his existence...

"No, who are you?! What exactly do you want to do??" A middle-aged man glared and blocked Chen Ling.

"I am Chen Ling!! Where is Zhang Caiyun??"

"Zhang Caiyun? Where did Zhang Caiyun come from... This is Li Xiuyun's house. Did you go to the wrong door?"

"Isn't this 901?!"

"Yes."

"Then this is my home! I've lived here for more than ten years; I can't be wrong!" Chen Ling stared, his eyes full of bloodshot veins. "Jingqiu Residential Area, Building 12, Unit 1, 901! My name is written on the property deed! My name is Chen Ling!"

The man was stunned for a moment.

"Jingqiu Residential Area... What are you talking about? This is Country Garden." He frowned. "I'm a real estate agent. In the entire Shangjing City, I've never heard of any Jingqiu Residential Area."

Chen Ling was dumbfounded.

Everything in his memory had been replaced by another family...

No,

perhaps,

he had never existed at all.

Chen Ling stumbled back a few steps. An unprecedented sharp pain made it impossible for him to think, and the confusion carved deep into his heart surged into his mind again.

"The home is fake... the school is fake... the work is fake... then what exactly is real?!!"

"Who..."

"Who exactly am I?"

……

"No matter who you are..."

"I'll believe you once."

Above the thick snow, Yao slowly stood up. Under his feet were all kinds of strange items... branches, a hen, a cross, and a large number of animal hearts.

The old gray cotton coat swayed in the cold wind, and Yao's cheeks were frozen red. He looked up, his eyes full of determination.

"If this ghost thing is really effective, I am willing to dedicate everything to you... If the ritual ends and my illness shows no signs of recovery, then those dreams were just dreams after all... I will no longer believe in any witchcraft, nor will I accept the things you instilled in me."

"Mom and Dad said they contacted a famous doctor in District 2 who can replace my heart... Even if this time fails, I at least have one more chance to survive."

Black blood flowed from Yao's seven orifices, dripping onto the black formation beneath him. The mixed aura of the Path of the Witch God spread along the lines of the formation, connecting them into a chaotic mass like pollution, looking like meaningless graffiti when viewed from the sky.

At the same time,

an inexplicable feeling surged into Chen Ling's heart, as if he were trapped in some extreme darkness, but he heard someone whispering his name...

"Who... is calling me?"

……

"Ahhhhhhh!!!"

Chen Ling held his head, feeling as if his whole being was about to split. Everything in his memory fell into chaos, and the past he had once firmly believed in began to reveal its true face bit by bit.

"No... no..."

"Wrong!"

"It was wrong from the beginning..."

"I am not Chen Ling, and I am not some transmigrator... I am..."

……

Theater.

Under the pale spotlight, Chen Ling's body knelt on the ground, his face extremely ferocious...

Pairs of scarlet eyes surrounded the auditorium, staring straight at Chen Ling on the stage, as if waiting for him to be killed by the Silver King so that the theater and reality could be connected, and then they would swarm out to regain control of this body!

Just like a short while ago, when they dragged Chen Ling off the stage by force.

Chen Ling's painful low roar echoed on the stage. His facial features became visibly blurred. Under the washing of confusion, his skin was like melting butter, dripping onto the floor bit by bit...

Beneath that skin, mottled black as ink was revealed... just like the skin of the "audience."

In a trance, the conversation between his master and the "audience" who usurped the stage after suppressing the "Mockery Disaster" flashed through Chen Ling's mind like lightning...

"I am Chen Ling!!"

"I am Chen Ling! Whoever stands on this stage! Whoever is Chen Ling!!!"

This voice swept past Chen Ling's ears like thunder. Chen Ling, who was in endless confusion, suddenly seemed to realize something and opened his eyes wide!!

He slowly lowered his head and looked at his hands, which were as black as ink under the spotlight...

Muttering to himself:

"I am not Chen Ling, and I am not some transmigrator... I..."

"I am also an 'audience'..."

"I am..."

"[Mockery]."