Chapter 881: Recollections Out of Control

Audience Anticipation: 3Current Anticipation: 54

Jian Changsheng shook his head confidently. "No, that place doesn't exist; I've read the manual." He then pointed at Jiang Xiaohua's forehead, feigning fierceness. "Listen, buddy, whoever you are, stop following us. The Celestial Star position belongs to me! You can't take it!"

Jian Changsheng shook his fist and said nothing more to Jiang Xiaohua.

The three of them turned around and continued walking towards the vast white snow, leaving Jiang Xiaohua standing motionlessly in the snow, like a statue.

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

He instinctively looked down at his chest. A mysterious black pattern resembling a small flower was silently glowing faintly on one of its petals. It was one of the curses etched upon him.

I shall forever feel pain, I shall forever remember sorrow, I shall never forget.Forgetting Progress: 30

"Where... is this?" Snowflakes clung to Chen Ling's eyelashes as his crimson opera robe swayed silently. He slowly came to a halt.

Chen Ling felt as though he had forgotten something, but he couldn't recall what it was. He looked at the palace in the snow in the distance, his mind a blank.

Without Jiang Xiaohua's concealment, the aura of the Imperial Mandate began to attract the attention of some nearby Emperor's Remnants. Chen Ling, however, remained completely unaware.

"Strange... something doesn't feel right," Jian Changsheng mumbled, slapping his forehead. "Red Heart, you... Hey, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in the Ancient Repository of Theatrical Arts?"

"The Ancient Repository of Theatrical Arts, yes, this must be inside the Ancient Repository of Theatrical Arts... Which disc is this?"

Chen Ling caught a glimpse of a stranger beside him, dressed in a Tang suit and small round sunglasses, who was likewise staring at him with a bewildered, ghost-seeing expression.

"No way, I just had a free meal, it can't be that serious, can it?!" Sun Bumian instinctively took two steps back. "Where have they kidnapped me to??"

Just as Chen Ling was about to speak, a faint golden Emperor's Remnant descended from the sky!

Boom—!!

A golden dragon made of paper money roared across the ground. Its surging aura blasted Chen Ling and the other two in different directions. As fragmented snow swirled, the large red opera robe was sent flying back dozens of meters before finally staggering to a halt.

The Emperor's Remnant's gaze instantly locked onto Chen Ling. With another wave of its hand, innumerable banknotes converged from all directions!

Seeing this, Chen Ling instinctively used the Cloud Step, narrowly evading the dangerous strike. He then suddenly froze.

"Cloud Step? How can I use the Cloud Step??"

In Chen Ling's current memory, he had only just encountered the four secret arts of the Ancient Repository of Theatrical Arts and had not fully mastered them. Seeing himself suddenly use this move, the bewilderment in his eyes intensified.

"I don't seek trouble, and trouble doesn't seek me... Things aren't looking good, I'd better leave first!"

Sun Bumian, without hesitation, used the Cloud Step and, seizing the opportunity while the Emperor's Remnant pursued Chen Ling, fled, disappearing in a flash into the vast snowstorm.

Jian Changsheng's vision was also obscured by the swirling banknotes, and he became disoriented amidst a series of startled cries.

"Damn it..."

Chen Ling, having forgotten two fourth-tier domains and all the secret arts of the Ancient Repository of Theatrical Arts, was naturally no match for this Emperor's Remnant. Despite his best efforts, he could only awkwardly last a few rounds, barely clinging to life.

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

Is it the Thieving God Way?

As a sliver of doubt arose in Chen Ling's mind, a flash of white light quietly passed. His 'doubt' was also stolen, leaving only an endless void and bewilderment.

Roar—!!

The golden dragon of paper money roared, biting down on Chen Ling. Its sharp fangs instantly ripped several large holes, and blood gushed out. Chen Ling was slammed into the ground by the golden dragon, and a thunderous roar followed.

The faint golden Emperor's Remnant silently drifted down from the sky, the golden dragon of paper money circling in the wind. Just as it prepared to deliver the final blow to Chen Ling, its body suddenly trembled!

Not far behind it, a shirtless, white-haired figure had, at some unknown point, seated himself in the snow.

Before him, a lifelike figurine made of paper money stood.

The small paper figure was dressed in imperial robes, looking majestic. Thoughtfully, a paper dragon, as thick as a pinky finger, was placed beside it, corresponding precisely to the Emperor's Remnant.

Jiang Xiaohua formed a hand seal in front of him, then flicked a finger, hitting the paper figure squarely on the forehead.

Crack—

The paper figure was sent flying backward from the snow.

Almost simultaneously, Jiang Xiaohua quietly spoke:

"Curse."

Bang—!!

The Emperor's Remnant was struck hard by something and violently flew backward. The golden dragon of paper money also coiled around it, soaring away for several kilometers with a roar.

Seizing this interval, Jiang Xiaohua quickly scrambled up from the snow and rushed into the crater where Chen Ling lay!

He hoisted the blood-soaked Chen Ling onto his back and, with heavy steps, began fleeing in the opposite direction from where the Emperor's Remnant had gone. Simultaneously, the aura emanating from his skin temporarily obscured Chen Ling's Imperial Mandate.

Chen Ling was now covered in wounds. He felt himself being carried forward by someone and slowly opened his eyes in a daze.

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

"Jiang Xiaohua," the white-haired figure whispered in response.

"Why did you save me?"

Jiang Xiaohua was silent for a long moment, then spoke in a muffled voice: "You said you would take me out of here... I believe you."

Beneath the large red opera robe, Chen Ling's blood flowed freely. He remained silent, as if trying to recall the meaning of Jiang Xiaohua's words.

Jiang Xiaohua was about to say something more when a flash of white light passed above their heads.

The next moment, a sharp boning knife plunged into his chest.

Forgetting Progress: 60

Jiang Xiaohua's body collapsed into the accumulated snow, raising a heavy spray of fragmented snow.

The crimson opera robe slowly rose from the snow. A boning knife was silently pulled from Jiang Xiaohua's chest. Blood stained the blade and spread across the snow, making the hem of the opera robe even more crimson.

Chen Ling's eyes were bloodshot. His aura was sharp and frenzied, and an intense killing intent surged wildly around him!

"Whether it's a Fire Usurper or an Enforcer... there can be no second survivor in the Ancient Repository of Military Arts."

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

"No One Left Alive."

Chen Ling's voice was incredibly hoarse.

At this moment, he felt as if he was back in the Ancient Repository of Military Arts, where he had killed everyone present, becoming the sole survivor. This was the condition for his promotion to the next tier.

Chen Ling slowly stepped over Jiang Xiaohua's stiff corpse. His crimson opera robe, like that of a demon, swayed silently in the snowstorm.

"Why..."

"Why isn't the performance over yet..."

Chen Ling pondered for a moment, then realized, "That's right, I'm not dead yet... Only if I die can it truly be 'No One Left Alive'."

Chen Ling pulled a gun from his pocket and slowly pressed the dark muzzle against his temple. A slight smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.