Chapter 893: The Possibility of a Comeback

This was Chen Ling's first time actively deploying his domain. As he looked at the world frozen around him, a strange feeling arose in his heart—here, he was the master of the world.

But Chen Ling didn't waste much time in this state. Instead, he spoke directly:

"Review."

The next moment, the world rewound before his eyes.

Jiang Xiaohua, who had been split in half, reassembled and returned to his original position. Mo Lian retreated backward, then vanished into thin air, as if returning to his starting point. Jiang Xiaohua stood in the snow, returning the rings woven from the three individuals' hair to their respective bodies, and even swallowed back the word "Curse" that he had shouted.

The three figures disappeared into thin air, reappearing hundreds of meters away at the initial battlefield with Mo Lian.

At this point, Jian Changsheng, whose memory was stuck in his servant phase, had already been shot in the head by Chen Ling. Sun Bumian had also been knocked unconscious by Mo Lian's palm strike. Only the man in the bowler hat stood there, smiling at Chen Ling.

A line of ethereal text appeared before Chen Ling's eyes:

Unknown Thief Saint (mockingly): "I am here to control you."

Eight seconds.

This was the maximum extent Chen Ling could review.

Chen Ling's gaze swept over all the events that occurred within these eight seconds: Mo Lian's dialogue, Jiang Xiaohua swapping places to rescue them, Mo Lian's subsequent arrival, and Jiang Xiaohua being split in half.

Although not much seemed to happen within these eight seconds, the "events" unfolding before Chen Ling's eyes were numerous.

Chen Ling was like a true director, pondering over a script.

Although he had used his domain, this didn't mean he could necessarily turn the tide. After all, his opponent was a Seventh-tier Thief Saint; no matter how Chen Ling rewrote the script, he couldn't see any possibility of a counter-kill.

As for forcibly altering the script into something illogical, Chen Ling lacked the mental and physical energy to do so.

"Where is the way out...?" Chen Ling's brows furrowed.

Chen Ling repeatedly reviewed the events within these eight seconds. Finally, his gaze fell on two lines.

Mo Lian (with a cold snort): "A curse decoy... You think that's enough to shake me off?"

Mo Lian seemed to sense Jiang Xiaohua's location and quickly vanished into the snowstorm. Bai Ye, unconscious and suspended in the air by black vines, floated behind him.

Bai Ye?

Chen Ling's eyes narrowed. He immediately dragged the progress bar, pulling the scene back to the corresponding moment.

After Chen Ling and his two companions were swapped out by Jiang Xiaohua's decoy, Mo Lian immediately gave chase. The moment Mo Lian left, Chen Ling, from a director's perspective, carefully searched his surroundings. Finally, he spotted Bai Ye's bound figure in the snow-filled sky!

"So that's it..." Chen Ling murmured, deep in thought as he looked at Bai Ye in the sky. "I wondered why this memory-stealing ability seemed so familiar. This Thief Saint must have stolen Bai Ye's skill?"

"If that's the case..."

Chen Ling's mind raced, streaks of brilliance flickering within it. He seemed to make up his mind, and his lips parted slightly:

"Add a scene."

The moment these words were spoken, two blank horizontal frames immediately appeared in the script. Almost simultaneously, Chen Ling's mind felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer, and he nearly collapsed to the ground in a faint.

Scarlet blood flowed from Chen Ling's seven orifices, and a rare expression of pain appeared on his face.

The last time he activated his domain, he was in an uncontrolled state and only returned to his body after the modifications were complete. He hadn't directly experienced the backlash from the moment of modification. He never expected this backlash to be so intense; if it had been someone with slightly weaker willpower, they would probably have fainted on the spot.

Fortunately, Chen Ling didn't make many changes this time. He didn't negate any previous events; he merely added two lines out of thin air, then jumped to the end of the script, adding the prefix "nearly" to the section where Jiang Xiaohua was split open.

But after doing all this, Chen Ling had reached his limit. He wearily raised his hand and gently snapped his fingers:

*Snap!*

The timeline reset.

The snowstorm raged. Mo Lian casually held the brim of his bowler hat, his gaze seeming to regard Chen Ling as already his. With a hint of mockery, he spoke with a smile:

"I am here to control you."

Across from him, Chen Ling, with blood flowing from his seven orifices, silently rolled his eyes.

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A mind-serpent silently slithered down Chen Ling's arm and instantly vanished into the snow, its destination unknown. At the same time, Chen Ling smiled faintly:

"Just you?"

Mo Lian found Chen Ling's smile strange at that moment, but he didn't think much of it. This was the perfect moment for him to steal Chen Ling's "sanity." But the instant he raised his hand, a faint light flashed, and Chen Ling and the other two figures instantly vanished.

In their place stood three adorable snowmen.

"A curse decoy... You think that's enough to shake me off?" Mo Lian snorted coldly and vanished without a trace.

Perhaps because the black vines couldn't be too far from him, as he moved, the unconscious Bai Ye, bound in the sky, also began to silently move in that direction.

But he didn't notice that, at some point, a mind-serpent had already coiled onto Bai Ye's body and bit towards his mind!

Bai Ye's body trembled slightly.

His eyes slowly opened, and he saw a familiar mind-serpent with its red tongue flicking slightly, coiling and circling continuously, as if it were teaching him something.

"This is..." Bai Ye's pupils contracted slightly.

Chen Ling looked at Jiang Xiaohua, who was diligently weaving hair rings for them, and sighed deeply in his heart.

Following the lines from the original script, he stiffly asked:

"Who... are you?"

"My name is Jiang Xiaohua."

Chen Ling's mental energy was insufficient to change other lines and actions, so he had to replicate the plot according to the original script. This feeling was strange; it made Chen Ling feel as if he had returned to the stage before his transmigration, only this time, he himself was the actor.

After Jiang Xiaohua earnestly delivered the last line, the word "Curse," he was then struck and cut open by Mo Lian, who had ambushed him from behind.

But this time, Jiang Xiaohua seemed to sense the wind from behind and instinctively deflected slightly to the side. Yet, even so, a line of blood still cut through most of his body. Scarlet blood gushed out, enveloping the three individuals.

Jiang Xiaohua collapsed weakly onto the three of them.

"I leave it to you..."

Mo Lian, behind him, spoke the last line Chen Ling knew: "A rat fleeing in disarray cannot escape my grasp."

The next moment,

Chen Ling, Jian Changsheng, and Sun Bumian simultaneously erupted into action!

Mo Lian was stunned. He hadn't expected Chen Ling and the other two to still be conscious, and as if on cue, they simultaneously launched an attack on him!

But for the three of them to try and harm a Thief Saint was nothing short of a pipe dream. Mo Lian snorted coldly and casually raised his hand; a mind-serpent shot out towards the three individuals' minds!

Just as that mind-serpent was about to touch Chen Ling, who was leading the charge, a mind-serpent a full circle thicker than it descended from the sky!