Chapter 881: Memory Out of Control

[Audience expectation +3]

[Current expectation: 54%]

"No, there is no such place. I'm someone who has read the manual." Jian Changsheng shook his head firmly, then pointed at Jiang Xiaohua's forehead, pretending to be fierce,

"Buddy, no matter who you are, stop following us... The Heavenly Star Position is definitely mine! You can't snatch it!"

Jian Changsheng waved his fist and didn't say anything more to Jiang Xiaohua.

The three turned around and continued to walk toward the vast white snow ahead... leaving Jiang Xiaohua standing blankly in the snow, like a sculpture.

Jiang Xiaohua knew that something must have happened without his knowledge.

He subconsciously looked down at his chest, where a mysterious black pattern in the shape of a small flower had a corner of its petals emitting a faint light... That was one of the curses engraved on his body.

[I will feel pain forever, I will remember sorrow forever, I will never forget]

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Forgetting progress: 30%

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"Where... is this?"

Snow stuck to Chen Ling's eyelashes, his vermilion opera robes swaying silently, and he slowly stopped.

Chen Ling felt as if he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it no matter what. He looked at the palace in the snow in the distance, his mind blank.

Losing Jiang Xiaohua's cover, the aura of the imperial destiny began to attract the attention of some emperors' remnant souls nearby, but Chen Ling was completely unaware of this;

"Strange... something doesn't seem right." Jian Changsheng patted his forehead and muttered, "Hearts, you... eh, why are you here? Shouldn't you be in the Opera Dao Ancient Treasury?"

"Opera Dao Ancient Treasury, right, this should be in the Opera Dao Ancient Treasury... Which disc is this?"

Chen Ling caught a glimpse of a stranger beside him, wearing a Tang suit and small round sunglasses, also looking at him in confusion, with a ghostly expression.

"No, I just had a meal without paying, it shouldn't be like this?!" Sun Bumian stepped back two steps subconsciously. "Where was I kidnapped to??"

Just as Chen Ling was about to say something, a pale golden emperor's remnant soul descended from the sky!

Boom—!!

A golden dragon made of paper money roared across the land, and the surging aura shook Chen Ling and the others in different directions. Amidst the flying snow, the bright red opera robes retreated dozens of meters before stumbling to stabilize their figure.

The emperor's remnant shadow's gaze instantly locked onto Chen Ling, and he waved his hand again, countless paper money gathering from all directions!

Seeing this, Chen Ling instinctively stepped on [Cloud Steps], narrowly avoiding the dangerous blow... and then suddenly stood frozen on the spot.

"Cloud Steps? How do I know Cloud Steps??"

In Chen Ling's memory at this moment, he had just come into contact with the four secret methods of the Opera Dao Ancient Treasury and had not fully mastered them. Seeing himself suddenly use this move, the confusion in his eyes became even more intense.

"I don't invite disaster, disaster doesn't invite me... The situation is not good, I'd better leave first!"

Sun Bumian stepped on [Cloud Steps] without hesitation, taking advantage of the emperor's remnant soul chasing Chen Ling, and fled, disappearing into the vast wind and snow in a flash.

Jian Changsheng was also blinded by the paper money swirling around, losing his direction amidst exclamations.

"Damn..."

Chen Ling, who had forgotten two fourth-order domains and all the Opera Dao secret methods, was naturally not a match for this emperor's remnant soul. Even with all his might, he could only struggle through a few rounds, barely saving his life.

No, that's not right... I must have forgotten something... forgetting...

Is it the Thief God Path?

Just as a trace of doubt arose in Chen Ling's mind, a flash of white light passed by quietly, and his "doubt" was also stolen, leaving only endless emptiness and confusion.

Roar—!!

The golden dragon of paper money roared and bit Chen Ling's figure, sharp teeth instantly biting out several large holes, and blood flowed out... Chen Ling was bitten by the golden dragon and crashed into the ground, followed by a roar.

The pale golden emperor's remnant soul floated down from the sky silently, the golden dragon of paper money circling in the wind. Just as he was about to give Chen Ling the final blow, his body suddenly shook!

Not far behind him, a white-haired figure with a bare upper body was sitting in the snow at some point...

In front of him, a little person made of paper money was lifelike;

The little paper person was wearing an imperial robe, looking majestic, and was thoughtfully accompanied by a paper dragon the size of a little finger, which corresponded to that emperor's remnant soul.

Jiang Xiaohua pinched the formula with both hands in front of him and flicked his finger, hitting the paper person's forehead.

Slap—

The paper person flew out of the snow.

Almost simultaneously, Jiang Xiaohua spoke softly:

"Curse."

Bang—!!

The emperor's remnant soul seemed to be hit hard by something, flying backward violently, and the golden dragon of paper money also wrapped around him, whistling out several kilometers away.

Taking advantage of this gap, Jiang Xiaohua quickly climbed up from the snow and ran wildly into the pit where Chen Ling was!

He carried the blood-covered Chen Ling on his back and walked with heavy steps in the opposite direction of the emperor's remnant soul... At the same time, the aura emanating from his skin also temporarily covered Chen Ling's imperial destiny.

Chen Ling was already covered in wounds. He felt that he was being carried by someone and opened his eyes slowly in confusion.

"Who... are you...?" Chen Ling didn't recognize him, even though they had just met a few minutes ago.

"Jiang Xiaohua." The white-haired figure answered in a low voice.

"Why save me?"

Jiang Xiaohua was silent for a long time and said dully: "You said you would take me out... I believe you."

Under the bright red opera robes, Chen Ling's blood flowed. He was silent, as if recalling what Jiang Xiaohua meant.

Jiang Xiaohua wanted to say something else, but a flash of white light passed over their heads.

The next moment,

A sharp boning knife pierced his chest.

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Forgetting progress: 60%

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Jiang Xiaohua's figure fell into the snow, kicking up a burst of broken snow.

The bright red opera robes stood up slowly from the snow, and a boning knife was pulled out silently from Jiang Xiaohua's chest... Blood stained the blade, stained the snow, and made the hem of the opera robes even more scarlet.

Chen Ling's pupils were full of bloodshot eyes, his aura was sharp and crazy, and a murderous intent raged wildly around him!

"Whether it's a Fire-Tamperer or an Enforcer... there cannot be a second survivor in the Soldier Dao Ancient Treasury."

"This is my performance, this is my..."

"《And Then There Were None》."

Chen Ling's voice was extremely hoarse.

At this moment, he seemed to be back in the Soldier Dao Ancient Treasury, where he had killed everyone present and became the only survivor... This was the performance condition for him to advance to the next level.

Chen Ling stepped over Jiang Xiaohua's stiff corpse slowly, his bright red opera robes swaying silently in the wind and snow like a demon.

"Why..."

"Why hasn't the performance ended yet..."

Chen Ling thought for a moment and suddenly realized, "Right, I haven't died yet... Only when I die can it be considered 《And Then There Were None》."

Chen Ling took out a gun from his arms, and the pitch-black muzzle slowly pressed against his temple.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.