Chapter 634: An Old Friend Knocks

Seeing that playing card, Liu Qingyan's heart stirred slightly.

She swept her gaze over the group again, this time carefully and solemnly, as if she wanted to remember every person's face.

At the same time, she bowed slightly, lifted her skirt with both hands, and saluted them:

"I am Liu Qingyan. I have been waiting for you all for a long time."

As soon as these words were spoken, Jian Changsheng and the others looked surprised and asked: "Did Chen Ling tell you we would come?"

"No."

"Then how did you know we would come looking for you?"

"Lord Chen Ling asked me to stay, so there must be a reason... Since you are all companions of Lord Chen Ling and have come to me suddenly at this time, it must be related to Lord Chen Ling," Liu Qingyan explained softly.

Jack of Clubs exchanged a glance with the others, seemingly impressed by this young girl, but business was more important now.

Jack of Clubs handed the letter Chen Ling had written directly to Liu Qingyan.

"This is the message he left for us, specifically asking for you."

Liu Qingyan took the letter and saw the eight characters written in blood: "If there is an accident, find Liu Qingyan." After pondering for a moment, she suddenly asked:

"What accident did you encounter?"

"We lost him." Jian Changsheng scratched his head helplessly. "That group from the Floating Life Painting seemed to use some kind of teleportation method, and our tracking was broken... So, we came to see if you had any way."

Liu Qingyan smiled.

She held the letter written by Chen Ling in both hands, her hazy black hair dancing in the wind... Those black-gem-like, ripple-free eyes curved slightly, rare and beautiful, like a pair of joyful crescent moons. Liu Qingyan couldn't remember how long it had been since she last smiled, but now, she was truly happy.

"I will lead you to find him." Liu Qingyan folded the letter and placed it in her bosom like a treasure.

"You can find him? But he might not even be in the Red Dust Main City anymore. Are you really sure?"

"Yes."

Liu Qingyan nodded firmly. "No matter where he is, no matter how far away... I can find him."

Hearing Liu Qingyan's confidence, the members of the Dusk Society saw the doubt in each other's eyes. They had never heard of such a thing... Who exactly was this girl? A [GPS] path owner?

"Since there's a way to locate him, let's hurry and set off." Jian Changsheng couldn't help but speak up. "Heart 6 is one thing; that guy is cunning and sly, he shouldn't die so easily... But Club 8 has been trapped in the enemy camp for months. If something happens to him, it would be a disaster."

"You're worrying too much." Heart 9 shrugged.

"Lin Xi... Club 8, that kid, has a sharp mind; he won't be taken down so easily. Besides, he has a close relationship with the Floating Life Painting. Based on my understanding of those painters, they won't kill him."

"Regardless, let's be as quick as possible."

Jack of Clubs looked up at the distant sky, where the giant Grey Realm intersection, temporarily sealed by abstract art, hung between the lead-grey clouds like a black hole, deep as an abyss, enough to make one's scalp tingle at a single glance.

"I have a premonition... something big is about to happen here."

……

With the departure of Jack of Clubs, Heart 9, Jian Changsheng, and Liu Qingyan, the street among the ruins fell into dead silence once again.

In this street now, not a single pedestrian could be seen. The residents here had either been killed by disasters or had been so terrified that they fled outside, only to die in even more dangerous streets nearby. The remaining survivors didn't dare to go out at all and could only hide in various well-concealed corners, shivering.

At this moment, only one opera house still stood under the oppressive and dull firmament, with faint lights flickering inside.

On the street in front of the Jinghong Building.

A figure walked slowly from the flying dust in the distance.

It was a figure in a blue wool coat, carrying a leather suitcase in one hand, with a blue scarf fluttering silently in the wind, as if he had just rushed over from a realm with a different climate, completely out of place with everything in the Red Dust.

He held a letter in his hand, on which the crooked handwriting looked like crawling insects, difficult to recognize, with only "Save me save me save me" being the most prominent.

He lowered his head, pushing up his glasses while carefully checking the address at the end of the envelope, his eyes full of disdain for these ugly characters.

Finally, he stopped in front of the Jinghong Building.

He put the letter back in his pocket, raised one hand, and knocked gently on the opera house door.

Creak—

As the opera house door was opened from the inside, the lantern light shone on the person. Chu Muyun pushed up the frame of his silver-rimmed glasses and smiled politely:

"I heard that someone here needs a [Doctor]?"

……

"Guernica."

Chen Ling was stunned when he saw the small "♣️".

"That is... left by Club 8?" Chen Ling stared closely at the rotating "arrow" on it, his expression subtle.

Although Chen Ling had long guessed that Club 8 should have been trapped here with him, he didn't expect to see Club 8's mark in such a place... How did he draw it on that giant face? And that drawn "arrow"—could it really rotate automatically?

Chen Ling looked in the direction the "arrow" was pointing and, without much hesitation, stepped on [Cloud Step] to approach it.

Although he wasn't sure whether Club 8's "arrow" was pointing to himself or something else, Chen Ling had nowhere else to go. Compared to wandering aimlessly in the void, waiting to be "bored to death," it was better to take the initiative.

But Chen Ling soon discovered that things were far from as simple as he had thought.

In this hollow world, there were no reference points. As the giant face drifted away and disappeared, Chen Ling was completely placed in a "vacuum" like outer space... No reference points meant no way to identify his position. Even Chen Ling couldn't accurately find the right direction in this environment.

Helpless, Chen Ling could only try his best to keep walking straight according to the direction of his toes. But while short distances were fine, as Chen Ling walked along that direction for a long time, he felt increasingly uncertain...

[Audience Expectation -1]

[Current Expectation: 43%]

In just over an hour, the audience expectation had dropped by two points. Chen Ling could feel the audience's dissatisfaction growing wildly... It was like buying a movie ticket to the theater, only for the protagonist to get lost in the desert from the beginning, and stay lost for over an hour, with nothing but flying yellow sand. No matter how good the "protagonist's" acting was or how high his looks were, it couldn't stop the audience's resentment.

And in Chen Ling's current situation, he couldn't even see the "yellow sand."

Chen Ling's heart had fallen to the bottom... At this rate, he couldn't even survive here for twenty-four hours.