Chapter 214: Deep in Memory

"You only have one chance. If you answer wrong or refuse to answer my question, I will kill you."

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"I just hid on the road they take off work, knocked them out one by one when no one was around, and then borrowed a cargo truck and came over... Don't worry, no one found out on the way."

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"...Xiao Zhuo, let me ask you something."

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"Use? No, this is called 'cooperation'..."

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Familiar scenes flashed before the man in red’s eyes. Those people or things he had encountered kept rewinding with the flickering of light and shadow, as if watching a movie that belonged to his own life.

The man in red scanned his surroundings and subconsciously took a step, walking toward the depths of the memory vortex.

"Not here... it needs to be earlier."

He muttered to himself.

As he kept walking into the depths of his memory, more images emerged... He saw himself wearing the mask of "Lin Yan," fighting to the death with Jian Changsheng; he saw himself standing in an empty warehouse, performing a crazy one-man show for Wen Shilin, who had a hood over his head; he saw himself standing at the front of the train under the spotlight, burning into ashes amidst flames and playing cards...

He was like an audience member, watching his own life.

Just then, he felt his footsteps suddenly become heavy, as if something was dragging him from behind.

He looked back suddenly, only to see pitch-black palms reaching out from the void in the swirling memory vortex, starting to tear at the memory fragments behind him. At the same time, another wave of palms grabbed directly at his opera robe. Behind those palms, pairs of scarlet eyes crowded together, full of anger and madness!

The audience was stopping him from looking back at his memories!

Seeing this, the man in red’s pupils contracted slightly. He didn't expect that when he gathered evidence from his own soul, these audience members could actually intervene. He accelerated his pace without hesitation, trying to break free from the palms grabbing at him, and rushed toward the depths of his memory!

"I don't know why Aurora City says you are a heretic, nor do I know why they must kill you... After this shot, you are already dead, having died on the battlefield fighting against the disaster."

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"Light the torch, they will come because of it."

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"In the name of the End-Thief God 【Silver King】... you will all die here."

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The light and shadow of memory retreated rapidly before his eyes. He seemed to pass through the burning station again, smelled the fragrance of the chicken feast, stood on the corpses of the Military Dao Ancient Treasury, and welcomed his own death with a dagger;

Not enough... still not enough!!

His speed was getting slower and slower, and that bright red opera robe seemed to have been stretched to the limit. He gritted his teeth, took off the whole garment, and ran forward at the fastest speed;

The bright red opera robe was instantly swallowed by countless black palms, but it didn't slow them down in the slightest. They had already torn all the white smoke they passed through to shreds. Those palms surged like a tide, and a few of them had even climbed onto his body.

"What exactly is in the depths of my memory?! To make you stop me so desperately?!"

Snap—!

He moved his body with difficulty under the restraint of the palms, his furious voice mixed in the rolling thunder!

His feet stepped onto the deserted street full of stagnant water, splashing fine water droplets. The heavy rain poured onto his body, and the bone-chilling cold seemed to pierce into his body like invisible steel needles... His vision was misty and blurry.

He had returned to that rainy night, the rainy night when he first possessed memories.

His body had never been so heavy, as if carrying thousands of heavy souls, making even taking a step difficult... Dense black palms reached out silently from behind, covering his body and face lightly... like devils from the abyss, covering those desperate and struggling eyes bit by bit.

In his field of vision, this rainy street extended to the pitch-black end... That was where his memory had never reached.

"Get lost!!!"

His body was gradually submerged by black palms. Even so, he was still struggling frantically. That pupil, half-covered, stared fixedly at the darkness ahead. That would be the final truth he pursued.

That foot, struggling to hover in mid-air, fell suddenly!

Slap—!!

The puddle splashed, and the surrounding streets shattered inch by inch.

The mysterious darkness extending to the end of the street suddenly submerged his figure, and a broken memory began to wash over his mind!

At this moment, he felt that he had lost all weight, as if floating in endless void like a ghost, unprecedented loneliness and pain tearing at his consciousness... He tried to open his eyes, but failed. He seemed to have lost the ability to see.

But even so, he could still vaguely distinguish the situation around him. He could sense endless raindrops falling from the sky, seeping into the soil full of blood. Under that soil were cold and dead corpses...

Mass grave?

He had returned to the night he was dumped as a corpse?

He quickly guessed the time and place he was in. At this space-time location, Chen Ling and Chen Yan were both buried in the mass grave. His soul had transmigrated from the past, the Gray Realm had descended and converged, the World-Ender disaster should have entered his mind at this time, and there was that mysterious theater...

Too many things happened at this point in time, and this, perhaps, was the origin of everything.

Just then, everything in his perception twisted suddenly. This memory fragment itself was not coherent, and at this moment, it was like an old television screen, flashing suddenly, starting to jump to the next complete memory fragment.

The next moment, he was still in this mass grave... only, there was one more person in front of him.

A person??

He was stunned. According to his own speculation, at this point in time, whether it was a corpse coming back to life or a World-Ender disaster descending was possible, but it shouldn't have been a person... Who was he? What kind of person would appear here at this critical node?

He couldn't see the person’s appearance clearly. In his perception, the only thing clearly visible was the bright red opera robe on the other party.

"Have you decided?" the person said slowly.

"After taking on his 'role,' everything about the two of you until now will be swapped. Identity, background, interpersonal relationships... You will completely become him, letting him be resurrected in another sense... And accordingly, you yourself will cease to exist."

"You..."

"Really want to become 'Chen Ling'?"