Chapter 525: Life Script

Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh—

The torrential rain hit the metal roof, making a dense and crisp sound, like drumbeats ping-ponging, or like the era sounding rapidly.

Amidst the overlapping rain curtains, Chen Ling, draped in a bright red opera robe, stared indifferently at Nie Yu under the muzzle, his hem fluttering slightly in the wind.

"Last words?" Nie Yu, covered in blood, smiled weakly and coldly, "Only cowards... need last words to move their enemies and beg for a chance to live... Defeat is defeat, I have nothing to say."

"Alright, then I'll ask a different question." Chen Ling’s eyes narrowed slightly,

"...Where is Ying Fu?"

"I don't know." Nie Yu spat out the four words calmly.

"Wasn't it him who sent you here?"

"I don't know."

Chen Ling’s eyebrows frowned slightly. He naturally knew that Nie Yu was refusing to answer the question while hiding Ying Fu’s movements, but what he didn't expect was that this guy was actually so loyal to Ying Fu?

"I don't understand... if Ying Fu and I both came back using era archives, then his activity time in this era should be synchronized with mine... In such a short time, how did he make you surrender to him so wholeheartedly?"

Nie Yu’s only remaining eye looked at Chen Ling calmly.

"I, don't know."

Chen Ling shook his head helplessly, "Since you're unwilling to cooperate, I'll have to see for myself..."

Chen Ling channeled his mental power, and a pair of apricot-red eye corners appeared again. 【Vermilion Face】 covered his face, his pupils seeming to contain some kind of magic, his gaze drilling into Nie Yu’s eyes like a sword!

A fragmented memory flooded into Chen Ling’s pupils!

……

Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh...

Chen Ling opened his eyes again, still in a heavy rain.

However, this was no longer the abandoned factory in the service area, nor was it even in the country. A dilapidated and chaotic street appeared before Chen Ling’s eyes. Rain washed the mud all over the ground, and a figure passed through his illusory body, stumbling forward.

That was a man in ragged clothes, looking like a beggar. His hair was greasy and messy, as if he hadn't washed it for a long time. He gave off a stench from somewhere, as if he had just crawled out of some sewer.

But on his back, he carried a pitted hunting knife, the blade still stained with dark blood, emitting a fearsome bloody smell.

Even though Chen Ling didn't see his face, he knew who this person was. He was too familiar with that back carrying the hunting knife... Although Nie Yu’s figure looked a bit thin at this moment, the grim and sharp murderous aura on him couldn't be washed away even by the heavy rain.

As he moved forward, some yellow-skinned people in simple clothes poked their heads out from the dilapidated streets on both sides, mostly thin children, pointing at the stumbling Nie Yu, their eyes full of curiosity.

"This is... Myanmar?" Chen Ling looked at the surrounding environment, lost in thought.

The dying Nie Yu’s mental power was already shattered. Through the pupil technique of 【Vermilion Face】, Chen Ling easily peeked into a corner of his "life script." If nothing went wrong, this was the most impressive scene for Nie Yu.

Chen Ling wasn't sure if Ying Fu would appear in this scene; he just wanted to try... As Nie Yu gradually walked away, he also stepped forward to follow.

Finally, Nie Yu stopped slowly in front of a bar at the end of the street.

He took a deep breath, a flash of pain and struggle in his tired eyes, but in the end, he pushed the door open forcefully. As the bar door opened with a creak, rhythmic music mixed with some intoxicating scent rushed toward him from inside.

In the dim and narrow space, neon lights flashed dazzlingly. The bar was full of black leather sofas, people of all skin colors gathered here, laughing and talking amidst the ear-piercing heavy metal music...

Seeing the bar door pushed open, several black men at the booths near the door looked at Nie Yu with wine glasses in their hands. Seeing the hunting knife on his back, their expressions were unfriendly, and more and more gazes gathered here.

The rain curtain fell behind that ragged figure. Nie Yu, carrying the knife, stood at the bar door, his gaze sweeping carefully over every corner of the bar.

Just then, several burly figures with large tattoos exposed on their bodies blocked Nie Yu’s path, speaking with gloomy faces:

"ကလေး၊ သင်ဘာလိုချင်တာက (Kid, what do you want?)"

Nie Yu was silent for a moment, "sb ကို ရှာပါ။ (Looking for someone.)"

Nie Yu said the name "Huang Cuifang" in Chinese. Seeing that the few people didn't react, he took out a photo and held it in front of them. They looked at each other and shook their heads, seemingly starting to drive Nie Yu away.

But Nie Yu didn't intend to leave just like that. He ignored them directly, forcing his way past them into the bar. Amidst angry shouts, he quickly shuttled between every booth, carefully identifying every figure here.

Those burly men surrounded him from all directions, some even pulling out guns directly from their bosoms. Nie Yu acted as if he didn't see them, still searching frantically... But as a spotlight flashed past him, finally settling on a corner of the bar stage, Nie Yu suddenly froze on the spot.

On the neon-flashing stage, several scantily clad dancers were walking forward with a vase amidst cheers. The vase was only half an arm high, just the type usually used for small potted plants, but on top of the vase, there was a head...

It was a woman in her fifties, without a body, without limbs, only a lonely head growing on the mouth of the vase, as if a deformed monster had been stuffed into the vase. Her eyes were gray and dead, without a trace of life.

Just then, her peripheral vision seemed to sweep over a familiar figure, and her pupils dilated involuntarily...

Seeing that face, Nie Yu stood frozen on the spot.

The roaring music pulsed, the audience below the stage cheered amidst the hot dancing of the dancers, and one by one, fierce figures grabbed Nie Yu’s body, pressing gun muzzles against his temples, roaring angrily about something...

But Nie Yu had no reaction to all of this, as if he had completely detached from this world.

As the woman in the vase began to cry, and as Nie Yu was dragged toward the door bit by bit, this special forces soldier who had hunted without sleep for fifteen days in the Golden Triangle suddenly laughed out loud.

His expression gradually became ferocious, his eyes flashing with absurdity and madness. He broke free from the hands of the burly men, pulled the hunting knife from his back, and with a flash of the blade, the stunned heads of the burly men were thrown high into the air...

The music played crazily, covering up all the terrified cries for help. Nie Yu was like a god of slaughter walking out of a sea of blood, waving the death god’s hunting knife, dancing wildly under the neon lights.

That day, not a single living soul was left in the bar... including Huang Cuifang in the vase.