Chapter 393: Meeting the Clown Again

Chen Ling thought for a long time, but couldn't think of anyone else who could help him. He didn't know many people in this era, and the only ones who could help him should be those few people from the Twilight Society...

Chen Ling withdrew his gaze and stopped thinking about it for the time being, instead following the group to continue toward the Ancient Collection of the Drama Path.

Compared to the last time he walked this road, Chen Ling was no longer nervous and felt very relaxed. After all, for him, the Ancient Collection of the Drama Path was no longer so mysterious and unknown... After all, the masters of the Ancient Collection of the Drama Path were all by his side.

But when Chen Ling saw the Ugly Peak from afar, his expression was still somewhat subtle, as if recalling some unpleasant memories.

"Little Junior Brother, what's wrong?" Ning Ruyu keenly noticed Chen Ling's change and asked with concern.

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Ling recounted everything that had happened at the Ugly Peak before.

"You mean, Number Five wanted to kill you for no reason??"

This time, not only Ning Ruyu, but also End Role beside him, and even Wen Renyou pulling the cart from afar, all trembled slightly, deep confusion appearing in their eyes.

"Yes, it was clearly my first time meeting him... I don't know why he had to kill me, and he even used white ash to seal my skills."

"Did Junior Sister stop him?"

"She did, but she almost couldn't stop him. He was like a madman."

Ning Ruyu and the other two looked at each other, their brows furrowing tighter and tighter.

After thinking for a long time, Ning Ruyu quickened his pace, took the initiative to walk to the side of the beautiful youth, and said with a serious expression:

"Master..."

"Ruyu." A voice interrupted his words.

The beautiful youth didn't look at him, but sat quietly on the flatbed cart, his eyes fixed on the Ugly Peak that was gradually approaching.

He said calmly,

"...We're almost home."

Ning Ruyu was slightly startled. He looked at the beautiful youth in confusion, but in the end, he didn't ask any more questions.

The Ugly Peak, towering over the land of the Gray World, was enlarging bit by bit. This mountain, made entirely of stone, was like a lonely and pale sword. The closer they got, the stronger the sense of oppression it brought.

As Third Senior Brother Wen Renyou grabbed the handle of the flatbed cart, the heavy vehicle and the props on it were all suspended in the air, and as he climbed the mountain with steady steps, it was as light as nothing.

The group walked straight up the bare mountain road, and before long, they reached the top of the mountain.

Looking out from the top of the mountain, it was barren and desolate, with only a small stone house standing in the center. At this moment, in front of this small house, two figures were sitting on the ground facing each other, with several smooth round stones the size of thumbs in the middle.

The small Clown lay on the ground seriously, his thumb hooked on a round stone, aiming for a long time with one eye narrowed, then flicked it with force.

*Snap—*

Several other round stones were hit in succession, rolling away in all directions.

"Ee-hahahahaha!!"

The Clown was so happy that he lay on his back on the ground, kicking his short legs rapidly, his hands clapping constantly, as funny as a puppy lying on its back.

Opposite him, Plum Blossom K was still wearing that cheongsam, snorting coldly.

*Snap—*

The round stone in her hand flicked lightly, hitting one of the round stones precisely, and the Clown's laughter stopped abruptly.

"Uh..."

He scratched his remaining few hairs, and his face, smeared with white ash, turned into a "囧" shape.

Just then, Plum Blossom K and he seemed to notice something at the same time and turned to look in the direction of the mountain road.

"Master?"

"Ee-yah!!"

The Clown jumped four or five meters high, and like a spring, he rushed toward Eldest Senior Brother Ning Ruyu with a *whoosh*, his limbs spread out, and he crashed into the latter's arms with a *bang*.

Ning Ruyu stood there in his white clothes, catching the Clown, who was no slower than a cannonball, steadily. He touched his head with a smile, his tone carrying a hint of doting:

"Number Five, didn't you win against your Senior Sister again?"

"Ee-yah!"

The Clown opened his arms, dancing and wanting to say something, but when he caught a glimpse of Chen Ling in red not far away, he suddenly froze.

The next moment, that harmless, funny face suddenly became like a fierce beast, roaring at him!

A terrifying pressure swept over, Chen Ling's expression changed, and his muscles tensed instantly!

"Number Five?!"

Seeing this, Ning Ruyu immediately prepared to hold the Clown down, but the Clown's small figure was faster than him. He disappeared from his shoulder in an instant and pounced toward Chen Ling behind him with astonishing speed!

Damn it... how did I offend him?!

Chen Ling's expression was extremely gloomy. Just as he was about to take action, a youth's voice rang out faintly:

"Number Five."

The Clown in mid-air had his pupils shrink suddenly!

His figure seemed to be pressed by an invisible hand, crashing into the hard stone ground. Dense cracks appeared on the stones, and he lay prone on the ground facing the flatbed cart, not daring to move.

"Master, Number Five, he..."

"Ruyu." The beautiful youth said calmly. "You take Number Six back first... I have something to say to Number Five."

Seeing this, Ning Ruyu turned to look at the Clown kneeling obediently, seeming to feel a bit of heartache... but in the end, he sighed.

"Let's go."

Third Senior Brother Wen Renyou pulled the flatbed cart again, following behind Ning Ruyu. End Role and Plum Blossom K also wanted to say something to Master but stopped. Chen Ling was silent for a moment, then followed.

Five figures passed through the small stone house and walked straight toward the back of the mountain. Chen Ling trailed at the end of the team, subconsciously looking back.

On the barren stone ground, two figures stood quietly. The youth pulled the small Clown up, seeming to be saying something seriously...

"Little Junior Brother, there might be a misunderstanding in this." Ning Ruyu said cautiously.

"Number Five is a good kid, his heart is very simple. Although I don't know what exactly happened... he wouldn't be like that usually."

Chen Ling recalled the scene of him playing with Plum Blossom K just now and nodded slightly.

"Hmm."

"Since Master has stepped in, I think Number Five won't mess around anymore, you can rest assured." End Role added.

"So, has he officially joined the sect?" Plum Blossom K asked, looking at Chen Ling.

"Yes, Master accepted him personally."

Plum Blossom K nodded slightly. She reached out to Chen Ling, and her cold voice rang out: "Luan Mei."

"Hello, Second Senior Sister." Chen Ling said respectfully.

"Little Junior Brother, did you go to the Ancient Collection of the Weapon Path before?" Ning Ruyu seemed to remember something.

"Yes."

"Oh~ then you might be surprised this time."

The group walked all the way, finally stopping in front of an empty cliff. The gray sky pressed down on their heads like heavy lead clouds. What met their eyes was endless desolation and broken, fractured land.

Ning Ruyu, Luan Mei, Wen Renyou, and End Role stood at the edge of the cliff, looking back at Chen Ling.

"After all, the Ancient Collection of the Drama Path is... not quite the same as that place."

Ning Ruyu smiled slightly, took half a step toward the cliff in his white clothes, and his figure fell rapidly!