Chapter 955: Re-entering the Archive

Chen Ling returned to his room and slowly drew the curtains.

He sat at the desk, his fingertips rubbing the USB drive in his sleeve, his expression seeming a bit hesitant...

"Are you sure you want to go?" Yao's voice sounded from the bottom of his heart. "Your memory hasn't recovered. If you go back now, I'm afraid there will be some trouble."

It had been a month since he last entered the era archive, and Chen Ling could enter again... But the problem was that Chen Ling's current memory had been replaced. Although he had seen the plot in the era archive in the script, he couldn't fully match the faces and names of the characters.

He knew who he had met and what he had said before, but when they were really standing in front of him, he really couldn't recognize them...

"But being trapped here like this is not a solution." Chen Ling muttered. "The King of Silver has left Wuji, this is a rare opportunity. If I miss this opportunity, no one knows if there will be a next time... I have already read all the plots in the script, even if I can't recognize the faces, it's not a big problem."

Yao's voice didn't sound again, because he knew that Chen Ling had already made his own decision.

Chen Ling took a deep breath and inserted the USB drive into the armrest of the seat...

Lines of ink-green text floated before his eyes:

[Number 129439]

[Reading...]

[Reading Complete]

……

Crack—!!

A flash of lightning flashed before Chen Ling's eyes. Under the pale light and shadow, a ferocious and strange mask was almost pressed against his cheek, staring straight at him.

"The broken arm actually healed instantly, how is this possible?" The voice under the mask was extremely surprised. "Injured by that guy's bullet, no healing skill should be effective... Who on earth are you?"

Chen Ling remembered.

He had seen in the script that before he left the era archive last time, his identity as the World-Ending Calamity had been exposed, and he had encountered a siege by the "White Hands" in Shanghai... With nowhere to escape, he asked for help from the only marked phone number in the phone book that Xiao Chunping had given him.

And then, this masked man appeared.

"I am Chen Ling, a friend of Senior Xiao Chunping." Chen Ling replied calmly.

"I know you are her friend, I am asking..." Before the masked man could finish his sentence, his gaze swept across the messy and chaotic building, and he shook his head helplessly. "Forget it, let's leave here first."

He grabbed Chen Ling's wrist, and his figure jumped down from the high-rise building of dozens of floors!

The strong wind blew across Chen Ling's face. He thought this masked man would use the Cloud Step to walk through the air, but he found that he had thought too much... The masked man carried a flag in one hand and dragged him with the other, almost doing a free fall along the glass facade of the building!

Just as the two were about to fall to the ground, the flag in the masked man's hand waved, and a hurricane from nowhere suddenly supported their bodies, like an eagle spreading its wings, gliding between the night cities!

Neon signs and car lights flowed under Chen Ling. He had never looked down at the city from this angle, and for a moment, he was a bit distracted.

The surging hurricane rolled through the streets. Occasionally, pedestrians saw figures passing over the sky and exclaimed, taking out their mobile phones to record, but as Chen Ling waved his fingertips lightly, all cameras malfunctioned instantly, and nothing could be filmed except for pitch black.

Under the blessing of the hurricane, the two crossed nearly twenty kilometers in less than a minute, completely away from the area where the "White Hands" encirclement was located.

When the masked man waved the flag again, the hurricane that carried the two gradually weakened, taking them to a wilderness with no lights...

A moment later, Chen Ling's feet stood firmly on the ground.

He breathed a long sigh of relief.

"This place is far from their encirclement point, no one will catch up in the short term." The masked man stood calmly behind him. "Now, we can have a good talk."

Chen Ling turned to look at him. Under the hazy moonlight, the ferocious mask seemed to be stained with a layer of silver-white in the darkness.

Just as Chen Ling was about to step closer, faint thunder sounded from overhead!

Rumble—

At some point, a dark cloud had shrouded the sky above Chen Ling. Each of his hairs was uncontrollably floating upward, as if thunder could strike at any time.

"Don't move around, and don't have any thoughts you shouldn't have... I can save you from there, and I can kill you here." The masked man's voice was extremely low. After saying this, he couldn't help but mutter,

"I must be crazy to have saved a 'World-Ending' monster from their hands... You'd better explain all this to me clearly."

Chen Ling felt the threat from overhead and naturally wouldn't act rashly. He said calmly:

"What do you want me to explain?"

"They say you are the 'Ghost Mockery' World-Ending, what exactly is that? Why can you instantly repair gunshot wounds that cannot be healed? Why is your Drama God Path twisted?" The masked man threw out multiple questions in a row.

"..." Chen Ling hesitated for a moment. "This matter is a bit complicated..."

"Speak."

"Okay... Actually, I come from the future."

As soon as this sentence came out, the air fell into a deathly silence.

The masked man stared straight at him. Although Chen Ling couldn't see his face, he could imagine the wonderful expression on the other party's face.

"You mean, you traveled back?" The masked man glanced at his feet. "Future people, do they also wear Nikes? Or last year's old models?"

"That's why I said, this is a bit complicated... Actually, I am a person of this era, but I traveled to the future, and then through some medium, I returned to the present."

Masked man: ...

He was silent for a full dozen seconds, then raised his chin: "Come on, show me on the spot."

"...No, I just arrived!"

"Can't you wear it just because you just arrived?"

"No, only after I have been active here for enough time can I return automatically."

"Hehe." The masked man seemed to have lost patience. He took out a bell from his arms. "Full of gibberish... It seems I'd better tie you up and go back to apologize to them..."

"Wait..."

The masked man didn't intend to listen to Chen Ling's defense at all and began to shake the bell in his hand, but the crisp sound he imagined didn't appear. Instead, it was a dull clicking sound.

The masked man was stunned and turned to look at his palm. At some point, the bell in his hand had turned into a pistol magazine...

At the same time,

Chen Ling opposite was holding the bell, looking at him with an innocent face.

"Everything I said is true, why don't you believe me?" Chen Ling sighed long. "My name is Chen Ling, an intern director at the Shangjing Theater. A few days ago, when the Red Star crossed the sky, I was crushed to death by the collapsed theater. If you don't believe it, you can check it yourself... It was also from that time that I traveled to the future."