Chapter 1163: Sun Bumián Summoning Guide

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Chen Ling suddenly opened his eyes amidst the continuous black rain!

A moment later, a sharp character "Blade" pierced through the void, dangerously grazing past his temple, just a hair's breadth from slicing open his skull.

"Huh?" Amidst the black rain, a hint of surprise flashed in Han Xiang's eyes. "Was I seeing things? His injuries just now were quite severe; how did he heal in an instant?"

Ying Fu seemed unsurprised by this scene, his deep pupils reflecting the red figure darting through the black rain. "Never mind... Now, he truly has nowhere left to run."

Ying Fu understood the principle of the "Era Archive" very well: every injury sustained within it would be carried back to reality, and the physical condition from reality would also be carried back into the archive. Chen Ling's instant healing was undoubtedly the result of him returning to the real world, waiting for a period, and then re-entering. Although besieging a full-health Chen Ling again would be quite troublesome, at least he wouldn't be able to return to the real world anytime soon.

With his injuries healed and his condition fully restored, Chen Ling was no longer so discomfited facing the two's encirclement; instead, he had a sliver of opportunity to maneuver. He glanced back at their figures and shot out like lightning.

Chen Ling had spent the past month with the Fusion Faction. Every day, he basically shuttled between his dorm, classrooms, and the library, studying intensely until he was exhausted. The good news was that he had completed almost all the content of the first volume of "Basic Principles of Fusion Theory." The bad news was that on the test given by Teacher Ye, he only scored 49 points. A month of tedious study not only caused Chen Ling pain but also distressed the audience within him. Their expectation value fluctuated, dropping by 3 over the month, from 32 to 29. If he hadn't occasionally gone out to tease the centipede army and sparred a bit with Sun Bumian, the expectation value would probably have dropped below 20 by now.

However, this past month, Chen Ling had barely seen Jian Changsheng. According to Sun Bumian, after receiving guidance from Teacher Ye, Jian Changsheng had quietly taken Jiang Xiaohua deep into the Gray Realm, specifically to fight and train against calamities.

This time, the audience's expectation value could not help Chen Ling out of his predicament. But Chen Ling already had another plan.

Chen Ling's fingertip touched his phone. The next moment, a series of communication signals were sent out.

"Sir, your Double-Skin Milk."

The flight attendant, carrying a plate of Double-Skin Milk, smiled faintly at the dozing Sun Bumian and meticulously set it down on the table for him.

"Thank you."

Sun Bumian's eyes lit up, and his drowsiness immediately vanished. He put his turned-off phone aside, picked up his spoon, and resumed eating, as if the previous interruption had been completely forgotten. What saving lives, what explosions, what life-and-death battles... What could be more meaningful than peacefully enjoying a meal?

"If trouble doesn't find me, I don't look for trouble... Keep all this messy stuff away from me." Sun Bumian mumbled to himself, put a small piece of Double-Skin Milk into his mouth. As the heartwarming sweetness melted on his tongue, his expression became utterly content.

Immediately after, a faint crackling sound emerged from the captain's announcement system.

Static crackle...

"Sun Bumian, the gold you hid in Badong Bao'er Tomb has been found by me. If you don't come to save me today, you'll never see your gold again."

Amidst the roaring sound of an explosion, a calm voice sounded from the captain's announcement system, echoing throughout the entire plane.

Pfft—!!!

Sun Bumian violently spat out a mouthful of Double-Skin Milk. His expression was one of unprecedented horror. He frantically looked around, with a look as if he had seen a ghost.

"Impossible... This is impossible!! I'm having a nightmare... I must not be awake yet..." Sun Bumian's face visibly paled.

The sudden captain's announcement, which played inexplicable content, left everyone in the cabin utterly confused. Many passengers whispered among themselves, and the entire plane instantly became noisy. The flight attendants were also unsure of the situation. They sent someone to ask the captain while others approached Sun Bumian.

"Mr. Sun... was this announcement yours...?"

"Where are we now??" Sun Bumian pinched the philtrum area of his face hard, desperately realizing he not only hadn't woken up but also felt immense pain. He immediately gritted his teeth and asked.

The flight attendant paused, "We are on a Delta Airlines international flight..."

"I don't mean that!" Sun Bumian interrupted her directly. "Where are we flying over right now?!"

"We are currently over the East China Sea..."

In Sun Bumian's mind, a thought immediately surfaced: the suburban area of Shanghai, mentioned by the mysterious caller when he first received the call, which shouldn't be far from the plane's current location.

Without another word, Sun Bumian unbuckled his seatbelt with a snap. He picked up the large yet exquisite lion dance head beside him and went straight through the curtain to the flight attendants' work area.

"Mr. Sun, can we help you?" the busy flight attendants asked, puzzled, as they saw Sun Bumian suddenly approach.

Sun Bumian lightly patted the large lion dance head. The latter suddenly erupted in colorful flames and, as if by magic, instantly transformed into a small lion dance pendant bracelet. He slipped it onto his wrist, where it dangled slightly in the air. Under the stunned gaze of the flight attendants, Sun Bumian took off his small round sunglasses, revealing eyes nested with colorful rings, which gleamed with a mysterious light.

"Just sleep for a bit. Don't mind me."

The next second, the flight attendants' eyes rolled back, and they slumped back into their respective chairs as if fainted.

After doing all this, Sun Bumian stood by the aircraft door, his gaze through the porthole looking towards the shimmering horizon of the sea. Vaguely, the outline of land was faintly visible. He put his sunglasses back on. The lion dance pendant on his wrist swayed gently, and he transformed into a semi-transparent flaming lion, lightly floating through the aircraft door.

The fierce wind howled, and ocean-like clouds drifted below the plane. After the semi-transparent lion returned to the sky, it visibly grew against the wind, stepping on auspicious clouds, and in a flash, vanished like lightning at the edge of the cloud sea.

After sending the message, Chen Ling calmly put away his phone. Sun Bumian in reality had already told Chen Ling the secret to summoning him in any era. But this naturally wouldn't be for free; as a price, Chen Ling also promised to help him retrieve his gold from the Red King. He believed that Sun Bumian from this era would surely come. The question now was whether Sun Bumian could help him resolve his predicament.

Chen Ling had also expressed this doubt to the Sun Bumian of reality, but Sun Bumian had merely smiled, and then mysteriously replied: "Guess?"

"...You'd better hurry. I can't hold on much longer," Chen Ling mumbled to himself while evading the pincer attack of Ying Fu and the other.