Chapter 1102: Small Jian's Cry

Chapter 1102: Jian's Outcry

Jian Changsheng had a dream.

Dark killing intent, like a swamp, slowly writhed beneath his feet, like a monster devouring the abyss. His legs were deeply mired in it, and no matter how he struggled, he couldn't pull them out even an inch.

Beads of sweat rolled down Jian Changsheng's cheeks. He frantically tried to grasp something nearby, but there was no foothold whatsoever in this dead swamp. The more he struggled, the deeper he sank, and gradually, half of his body was swallowed.

“Damn it, what the hell is this?!” he cried. “Hearts!! Diamonds! Clubs… help me!!” “Damn it, damn, damn, damn… where did all these people go?!”

Jian Changsheng helplessly looked around, trying to find that familiar red-robed figure amidst the endless killing intent, but all that remained was a blurry and chaotic void…

Just then, a black figure slowly rose from the swamp of killing intent.

Due to the distance, Jian Changsheng couldn't discern his appearance, but the figure wore ancient armor, covered in blood and mud. Even through the dense killing intent, his sharp eyes, filled with murderous intent, still flickered menacingly, staring directly at him…

As Jian Changsheng's body gradually sank into the swamp, he saw this scene and, somewhat panicked, spoke: “Who are you?!!!”

The figure did not speak, but merely stood upon the swamp of killing intent, with the endless killing intent around him swirling towards him like a vortex, as if he were the true master of this place. All that remained for Jian Changsheng was a pair of eyes, looking down as if at an ant, filled with disdain and contempt.

For some reason, the moment he saw that figure, Jian Changsheng felt an ominous premonition. At the same time, Jian Changsheng's vision blurred, and he saw a phantom wearing a large red opera robe quietly floating beside him. Due to the obscuring killing intent, Jian Changsheng couldn't clearly see his face or expression, but he was almost certain that it was Chen Ling!

Jian Changsheng's eyes lit up, as if grasping a lifeline, and he shouted towards it: “Hearts!! Where did you just run off to?!” “Quick, pull me out!! That person is creepy! Let's stay away from him…”

But strangely, no matter how Jian Changsheng called out, the red-robed Chen Ling showed no intention of approaching, instead turning coldly and walking away into the distance.

Jian Changsheng froze, then shouted in disbelief: “Chen Ling!!! Come save me!! I just sacrificed all the luck of my latter half of life to save you, you can't just leave me to die like this!!” “If you're going to be an ungrateful wretch, I… I won't even spare you as a ghost!”

The red-robed figure disappeared into the endless killing intent without looking back. Jian Changsheng was once again alone. He stared blankly at the dead silence around him, and an unprecedented fear surged into his heart… It was dozens of times more terrifying than sinking into the swamp himself.

The swamp of killing intent slowly consumed Jian Changsheng's body. Darkness enveloped his vision, and a strong sense of weightlessness overwhelmed him.

“Chen Ling?!!!”

Jian Changsheng suddenly woke up, shooting upright in his bed.

Sun Bumin, who had been lounging lazily in a rocking chair nearby, was startled by the shout and nearly jumped out of his skin, his small round sunglasses almost falling off his nose. After realizing it was Jian Changsheng, he angrily cursed: “Spades, are you out of your damn mind?! Huh?! I was just about to reclaim my gold… just a little more… I had already beaten the Red King black and blue, just about to ask him for the gold's location, you know that?!”

Jian Changsheng: “...?”

Jian Changsheng sat blankly on the bed, looking at the familiar surroundings, and it took him a while to collect himself: “Why were you beating up the Red King?”

Sun Bumin pondered for a long time, then waved his hand, trying to quickly dismiss the topic, “Don't worry about that… What kind of nightmare did you have? You were gritting your teeth calling Hearts' name.”

“I…” Jian Changsheng stammered for a long time, then finally sighed, “Nothing.”

Then, Jian Changsheng looked around and asked again: “Isn't this our old hideout from when we were in the Tianshu Realm? Why are we here?”

“Where else would we be?” Sun Bumin reclined in his rocking chair again, soaking up the sun, and leisurely spoke like an old man, “You collapsed after taking that attack from the Scornful Disaster. That old bastard… oh, the Red King told us to take care of you, so we had to find a safe place nearby to wait for you to wake up. After thinking about it, this place was both close and safe. By the way, you should really thank Xiao Hua; he carried you all the way through the Grey Realm.”

“Xiao Hua… where is he?”

“In the bed next to yours.”

Jian Changsheng turned his head to look, and saw on the bed next to him, a mummy completely wrapped in bandages lying peacefully, his hands clasped over his chest, looking as if he was just waiting for a wreath to be placed on his grave. Even the shout that had startled Sun Bumin hadn't disturbed him in the slightest.

Jian Changsheng couldn't help but get up and put his fingers under Jiang Xiaohua's nose. A moment later, his face instantly turned pale.

“Diamonds… Xiao Hua seems to be dead.”

Hearing this, Jiang Xiaohua slowly opened his eyes and reluctantly said, “You're the one who's dead.”

“How come you don't breathe when you sleep?!!!”

“I don't need to breathe to begin with.” Jiang Xiaohua rolled over, turning his back to Jian Changsheng, and seemed to fall back asleep.

Jian Changsheng turned around, somewhat speechless, and paced around the room for a bit. After holding back for a long time, he still couldn't help but ask: “...Where's Hearts?”

“Oh, him…” Sun Bumin's expression was a bit strange. “He left.”

“Left? Did he go back to the Ancient Play Arts Archive?” Jian Changsheng remembered the four Kings saying they would take him home, and asked subconsciously.

“No, he left the Twilight Society…”

“Oh, so he left the Twilight Society… I thought…” Jian Changsheng suddenly froze. Half a second later, he abruptly snapped back to reality, staring intently into Sun Bumin's eyes. “What did you say?!!!!”

Sun Bumin, still rocking in his chair, slowly recounted the whole story, explaining the causes and effects. After listening, Jian Changsheng stood rooted to the spot, like a statue.

“He left… How could he just leave?!” Jian Changsheng's chest heaved violently. “Is the Red King sick?! Does he have to push his own disciple to such an extent?! Now that he's forced him to the Fusion Faction, is he satisfied?!”

Sun Bumin clapped his hands, stood up from the rocking chair, and instantly resonated with Jian Changsheng: “Right?! He's absolutely sick!! How can a perfectly good demigod stoop to such despicable acts?!” “Let's go!!” “You also think it's too much, don't you?! Let's go! We'll settle the score with him!” “We'll go to the Fusion Faction and get Hearts back!!”

“Right, we'll go to the Fu—?!” Sun Bumin paused, then looked back at the extremely serious Jian Changsheng, “...What did you say?”