Chapter 1551: The Pawn Takes Shape

The boy’s mind was already blank.

First, the mysterious revolver that suddenly fell out, then the ghostly red-robed figure in the mirror—a plot that could scare the protagonist’s family to death in a horror movie had appeared before the boy’s eyes... But somehow... he couldn't feel any fear at all?

His fear seemed to have been stripped away. At this moment, the bright red eyes floating behind him overlapped with the eyes in his mind, as if this person had walked out from the depths of his memory!

In the mirror reflection,

the figure wearing theatrical robes in the darkness slowly raised his right hand...

For some reason, the boy also subconsciously imitated the action of the theatrical-robed figure and raised his right hand.

The theatrical-robed figure held his hand in a void, as if holding a gun that didn't exist, pressing it against his temple from a distance...

At the same time,

the muzzle of the revolver in the boy’s hand was also aimed at his own temple.

In the hazy darkness, this scene was too bizarre, like the theatrical-robed figure controlling a marionette. Those ruby-like eyes seemed to have some kind of magic, deep and mysterious.

"Are... you ready?" The ghostly voice sounded again from behind the boy.

The boy didn't understand what had happened, but for some reason, when the muzzle of the revolver pressed against his temple, he still felt no fear in his heart, but instead felt an indescribable excitement!

He opened his lips and said, as if possessed:

"Ready."

In the next second,

Chen Ling pulled the trigger in the void.

The boy also pulled the trigger of the revolver.

Puff—

A slight sound of a bullet leaving the chamber rang out. The boy only felt his vision go black, and he fainted to the ground with a thud.

The fluttering white gauze gradually calmed down and hung down, and the whole bedroom fell into dead silence again...

Chen Ling’s figure stood in the darkness, his eyes overlooking the fainted boy, his whole body motionless, like a real ghost.

That’s right.

This boy who bumped into him was the backup plan Chen Ling had prepared.

Chen Ling could certainly have dodged a boy running around, but he didn't do so... He let this child bump into him, and then, when his mind was unstable and he was most confused, he looked into his eyes.

The Thought Storm could affect people’s thoughts regardless of distance, and the deeper the mental impression left on the target, the stronger this thought control would be. Many residents of the Eternal Realm had actually seen Chen Ling and left a not-so-shallow mental impression, but only this boy, who had been in closest contact with Chen Ling, had the deepest impression of him.

Because of this, what Chen Ling could do was not just enter the other party’s thoughts and create some hallucinations or dreams; he could even influence his behavior and actions to a certain extent by controlling his thoughts...

But no matter how powerful the Thought Storm was, it was just ethereal thoughts after all; it couldn't move a stone, nor could it push open the gate of the Eternal Palace.

So, when the boy was about to bump into Chen Ling, Chen Ling had already thought about how to plant this backup plan in his heart, and the moment the other party bumped into him, he used the Scarlet Theatrical Trick to hide the Yesterday Revolver, which was filled with a small part of Chen Ling’s memories, into the boy’s arms.

If Chen Ling could leave safely, that would naturally be best; he could release the Yesterday Revolver with a single thought. But if he couldn't leave, he could also create a "pawn" among the common people of the Eternal Realm through the Thought Storm and the Yesterday Revolver.

A pawn that would absolutely not be noticed or guarded against by Wuji Jun.

Rustle—

The boy who fainted on the ground opened his eyes gently. Those eyes were no longer as immature and reckless as before, but instead covered with a maturity and depth that did not match his age...

He supported his body with both hands, stood up slowly, and looked at Chen Ling, who was standing quietly in front of him.

"...What should I do to help you?" the boy asked.

Chen Ling’s mastery of the Yesterday Revolver had long since far exceeded the past. This time, he didn't stuff a complete segment of memory into the boy’s brain, but chose many slices to ensure that while the boy understood him, he wouldn't fall into the confusion of "Who am I?"

Having acquired some of Chen Ling’s memories, the boy had naturally matured quite a bit. He also realized that Chen Ling wasn’t a bad person... in fact, he had begun to idolize him.

This was exactly the effect Chen Ling wanted.

A reckless and unreliable brat could never become his pawn. Leaving the "Yesterday Revolver" behind was specifically to complete the "remodeling" of this child.

"It's very simple," Chen Ling replied calmly. "As long as you push open the gates of the Eternal Palace, I can get out."

Chen Ling had to escape the Eternal Palace. No matter how nice it might be, it was still a cage. If he stayed there too long, the audience's anticipation would inevitably plummet to rock bottom... Even if Chen Ling could barely hold his own against the audience for now, if their anticipation dropped too low, the Calamity of Mockery would emerge.

Once the Calamity of Mockery appeared, getting it to go back wouldn't be so simple. Right now was the critical period for reversing the era and restarting the world; Chen Ling could not afford to take that risk under any circumstances.

The boy thought for a moment:

"But there are knight guards in that area, and I'm just a kid."

"I will assist you."

"Then what about Lord Wuji? Even if I push open the gates of the Eternal Palace, he'll notice immediately, right? We'll both be finished by then."

Chen Ling smiled slightly.

Under the hazy starlight, he gently crouched down and looked into the boy's eyes:

"Do you know how to play chess?"

"Does Gomoku count?"

"It counts, of course it counts," Chen Ling replied as if it were only natural.

"But what does that have to do with Lord Wuji?"

"From now on... the two of us are going to play a game of chess against Lord Wuji." Chen Ling’s gaze drifted toward the window. "The name of this game is 'Psychology'."

……

"Lord Wuji..."

"Are you saying that behind the Abyss of Mockery, there is a region of chaotic space?"

Several Knight Commanders knelt on the obsidian floor, listening to what Lord Wuji had said, each of them filled with astonishment.

"That is correct." Lord Wuji sat upon a black throne, the black crown resting by his hand, his brows slightly furrowed. "And I don't know if it's just my imagination... but inside that place, I caught a faint scent of the aura left behind by the Red Star."

The Knight Commanders exchanged glances.

"How could such a place exist behind the Abyss of Mockery?"

"Indeed... and it’s related to the Red Star?"

While they were whispering among themselves, one of the knights suddenly seemed to think of something:

"The calamities in the Abyss of Mockery are so powerful, and the Calamity of Mockery became the King of World-Ending Calamities... could it be related to that chaotic region?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding knights were stunned and turned to look at him in unison.

The knight scratched his head:

"Uh... I don't know why, but it just popped into my head... I was just saying it off the cuff."