Chapter 1256: 6

Watching his companion slapped into a bloody mess by Chen Ling, Councilor Tong was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he lost his balance, falling directly to the side of the road.

His sweat-drenched palms gripped the gun tightly, as if it were his last straw. Just as he struggled to get up, the hem of the vermilion opera robe brushed slowly across his cheek through the hazy mist...

"I'm curious."

Chen Ling's leisurely voice sounded gently in his ear.

Councilor Tong's vision blurred, and the gun in his hand appeared in another fair, slender hand. Chen Ling casually twisted the gun into a pretzel while saying faintly, "Are all the councilors of the Alliance Council this kind of trash?"

The scrap metal gun was thrown in front of Councilor Tong. He stared blankly for a few seconds before trembling and answering:

"No... not... wrong... is... wrong... they..."

Faced with this question, Councilor Tong didn't know how to answer.

Chen Ling was a bit disappointed.

And so, another slap flew toward Councilor Tong's face!

*Bang—!!*

Councilor Tong spun into the air, then, while spraying blood, crashed into the dead-dog-like Councilor Sun.

Chen Ling continued to walk toward them calmly.

Chen Ling knew that if he killed the two councilors here today, the Nanhai Domain would inevitably fall into chaos, but he didn't care... He didn't care what impact the deaths of these two councilors would have on Nanhai politics, nor did he care if it would affect the implementation of any policy. These two had framed him, bullied Han Meng, and tried to smear the late Wen Shilin; Chen Ling would not let them go no matter what.

Chen Ling was confident that with the standard of the police in the Nanhai Domain, they wouldn't be able to trace it back to him no matter how they investigated. The only thing to worry about was whether the deaths of the two councilors would affect Han Meng.

The two councilors had just provoked Han Meng and were killed right after leaving; the Nanhai high-level officials would inevitably suspect Han Meng. But Han Meng was just a prisoner who had been locked in the side room the whole time and hadn't left the Pu estate. All the Pu family members could testify to this, so after a brief period of suspicion, Han Meng wouldn't be affected.

Since that was the case, Chen Ling had nothing to worry about.

"Chen... Ling..."

The two blood-soaked figures saw the hem of the bright red opera robe approaching them. Driven by the final desire to survive, they spoke hoarsely and with difficulty,

"Don't kill... us... we can... do things for you..."

"Do I need you to do things for me?" Chen Ling lowered his eyelids and sneered. "At most, you're just two councilors... If the Alliance Council blocks my path, I'll just kill them all. Why would I need you?"

"The Human Domain... won't let you go..."

"Then let them come."

Chen Ling said faintly, "Just in time, my little brothers in the Ghost Mocking Abyss... have nowhere to go."

*Swish—!!*

Dense red paper tentacles instantly pierced out from under Chen Ling's hem, stabbing their bodies into sieves. Scarlet blood sprayed out in a fan shape, soaking the entire earth in blood.

Two pairs of terrified eyes stared fixedly at Chen Ling, the life in them gradually fading until they stiffened in the pool of blood.

Chen Ling looked calmly at the two who had died miserably. A moment later, he slowly raised his hand, stained with the still-warm blood, and drew a crooked number on the ground...

From a distance, it looked like a fat, deformed heart:

——【6】。

……

"Who... am I?"

*Boom—*

Pale lightning flashed across the ink-black clouds.

Drizzling rain fell from the sky. In the cold wind and rain, a figure in a bright red opera robe walked slowly along the railroad tracks like a walking corpse. He waded through the ripples of water puddles, trampling his own reflection into pieces.

"So messy... so messy!!"

"My memory... why did my memory become like this? Is this my memory?? No, this isn't my memory... no, that's not right..."

"My name... damn it!! I have a name of my own!!"

"I'm about to remember, I'm about to remember!!"

Pu Jianyue held his head with both hands, his face looking hideous due to the shocking knife scars. He roared in pain, like a beast on the verge of collapse.

Just then,

a playing card floated out from his chest.

The moment he saw the face of the card, a flash of lightning streaked across his mind!

"Heart 6... I am Heart 6! The name... the name doesn't matter, I am Heart 6 of the Twilight Society!"

"That's right, I was framed by the Silver King, and my memory fell into chaos, but it doesn't matter. As long as I haven't forgotten who I am, I haven't lost!!"

"Silver King, you just wait... I will definitely make you pay the price!!!"

*Hum—!!*

Just as Pu Jianyue was muttering to himself, a train roared from straight ahead, like a black steel beast, crashing through the rain curtain!

Blinding lights swept across the tracks, and the train roared right through the position where Pu Jianyue had just been, but no blood splattered out. As the train rumbled past, a figure was re-outlined at the top of a distant streetlamp amidst the reorganization of countless brushstrokes.

Pu Jianyue looked down at his palms and muttered to himself:

"The Silver King didn't steal my ability; that's good news... But why am I in the Nanhai Domain?"

"My memory is still chaotic, and a significant portion is missing..."

"Whatever. Since I appeared here, there will be traces. If I search slowly, I'll be able to fill in the memories... At worst, I'll just ask my colleagues in the Twilight Society for help."

Pu Jianyue's gaze looked toward the Nanhai Domain, shrouded in hazy moisture.

There was not much fear in his eyes, only hatred for the Silver King and absolute confidence in his own hiding ability...

Although he didn't know why he was so confident.

"Nanhai Domain..."

"I, Heart 6, have arrived."

……

"Young Master Jianyue is back?"

"Greetings, Young Master."

"Good afternoon, Young Master."

Under the dim clouds, many figures spoke respectfully.

Chen Ling, having changed back into a gray vest and crisp trousers, walked unhurriedly through the Pu family courtyard. The rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose gave him a refined and profound temperament.

Chen Ling nodded slightly to the servants who greeted him and walked straight toward the house in the depths.

He stopped at the door and knocked gently.

Living inside was Pu Jianyue's father, the sixth in his generation, who, like the family head, was one of the power-holders of the Pu family. If the entire Pu family were compared to a dynasty, the family head would be the emperor, and Pu Jianyue's father would be equivalent to one of the most powerful vassal kings... This might sound exaggerated to outsiders, but as the Nanhai's number one family that almost monopolized the Book Divine Path, this was indeed its current state.

"Enter." A voice sounded from behind the door.