Chapter 888: Chen Ling’s Memory?

Little Jian was stunned.

He was just an ordinary servant, an ant that no one would care about if he died in Aurora City... And now, someone had appeared in front of everyone to support the back that had been hunched for over a decade.

Little Jian didn't know him, nor did he know what Spades 6 was, but the moment Sun Bumian said those words, something seemed to awaken deep in his mind, and an unprecedented, intense emotion spread in his heart!

"Who exactly are you..." Little Jian muttered.

"I am Sun Bumian."

Sun Bumian felt the vibration from this memory and knew the time had come. He reached out and grabbed into the void, clutching the thread of Jian Changsheng’s memory tightly in his hand... He said calmly,

"Jian Changsheng, it’s time for you to wake up."

Then, he pulled with force!

Jian Changsheng’s memory thread backtracked in Sun Bumian’s hand, and those stolen memories surged out like a tide!

Jian Changsheng’s bewildered pupils gradually regained clarity, and his entire temperament began to change. His humble spine gradually straightened. Just as Sun Bumian had said, he raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings calmly...

His expression was somewhat complex.

"So it was this memory..."

At the same time, the bodyguards of the Star Chamber of Commerce and the surrounding Enforcers were rushing over. The butler, his nose bridge covered in blood, stumbled up from the ground. With those people supporting him, his confidence was clearly much stronger.

The butler stood on the high steps, pointing at Jian Changsheng in the snow, and cursed:

"Little Jian!! Still not coming back?!!"

"Do you really think our Yan family can't deal with you?? A dog servant, without our Yan family’s protection, you’re nothing!!"

Woo woo woo—

The wind and snow brushed past the snow in front of the gate, blowing the corners of the two figures’ clothes gently.

"I didn't expect you to have lived so stifled before." Sun Bumian didn't even look at the butler. He held the prayer beads in his hand and said leisurely to Jian Changsheng, "Although this is just a memory, why not take this opportunity to vent your anger?"

Jian Changsheng stood silently in front of the gate, his gaze sweeping one by one over the familiar faces and the disgusting butler. The past hardships surged in his heart...

But in the end, he withdrew his gaze and said calmly,

"...No need, let the past be the past. Little Jian is already dead. In Jian Changsheng’s future... they are nothing."

The current Jian Changsheng was already the Spades 6 of the Twilight Society, whose fame had spread throughout the nine great domains. A tiny Yan family and a short-sighted butler were no longer in his eyes... Jian Changsheng no longer needed to look down at these ants.

Jian Changsheng turned and left. His cold and calm eyes made the onlookers tremble, and they instinctively made way for him.

Sun Bumian, seeing this, naturally wouldn't say anything more, shrugged, and followed.

The butler on the steps saw Jian Changsheng actually dare to leave, with so many people watching the joke, and flew into a rage. His curses echoed in the wind and snow:

"Fine... fine, fine, fine, you dare to leave, right! Do you think where this is? This is Aurora City! Do you think you can get away??"

"I’ll have them break your legs and make you kneel at my gate for three days and three nights!!"

"You’re just like your father, both of you have the lives of dog servants!!"

Jian Changsheng’s eyes narrowed slightly.

He flicked his finger under his sleeve, and a thunderclap instantly streaked across the sky!

The next moment, the head of the butler, who was cursing on the steps, exploded like a firecracker. Blood mixed with brain matter covered the gate, and the shrill cursing stopped abruptly...

After a brief pause, a series of terrified screams rang out from behind.

Jian Changsheng didn't stop.

The past turned into smoke behind him. He stared firmly at the void ahead and said slowly:

"Let’s go, we’re going to save Heart."

"How is the situation with Heart?" Sun Bumian asked.

Jian Changsheng shook his head, his gaze complex,

"By myself, I can't save him... That is hell within hell."

……

The pale spotlight shone on Jian Changsheng’s face.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly... After a long time, he opened his eyes again, trying to face the dense scarlet eyes in the darkness with a calm state of mind.

"Is this your memory, Heart?" Jian Changsheng gave a miserable smile,

"What on earth... is all this stuff??"

Ever since he opened his eyes, Jian Changsheng had been in this mysterious theater. The first time he saw those audience members in the darkness, his scalp went numb, and he nearly exploded...

Jian Changsheng tried to escape, but no matter which direction he went, he couldn't leave the stage, and those scarlet eyes would turn with his movements, staring at him with a chilling, mocking gaze.

This feeling made Jian Changsheng feel like a mouse kept for amusement, living in a glass box, with immense psychological pressure.

Jian Changsheng also saw a mysterious bookshelf beside the stage, which seemed to hold several scripts, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see what was written on them, nor could he take them down, as if they were locked.

In the end, Jian Changsheng’s gaze fell on the curtain.

Movie-like scenes flowed across it.

Jian Changsheng walked to the curtain and stared at it in a daze...

He saw the blinding light of surgical lamps shining overhead, figures pressing someone back onto the bed, and using scalpels to dissect his body bit by bit;

He saw shovelfuls of damp soil obscuring the view, burying a blood-soaked body bag;

He saw a disheveled figure, soaking wet, in a narrow room, chewing on fragments of a bone-cleaving knife alone;

He saw a pair of parents drugging their own child, pulling an axe from a sack, and hacking at his head;

He saw a handsome youth in an opera robe standing in a room. As he gently blew out the candle, a cold wind rolled into the room, and when he looked back suddenly, he had already vanished...

"This is..." Jian Changsheng stood frozen.

Jian Changsheng saw Chen Ling rushing onto the snow-covered wilderness, digging desperately into the soil beneath him, tears mixed with sweat flowing down his cheeks... A deep sorrow appeared in his eyes.

This was Chen Ling’s past?

Jian Changsheng didn't know why, even though it was a memory cycle, Sun Bumian could appear directly in his memory, while he could only come to this inexplicable theater and see Chen Ling’s past through the curtain... But he knew that to redeem Chen Ling, he had to make up for his regrets.

"Damn it... how do I get in to help him??"

Jian Changsheng pounded the curtain with his fists, but it was like hitting a concrete wall, making dull thudding sounds, and he couldn't enter at all.