Chapter 214 Deep in Memory

"You only have one chance. If you answer my question incorrectly or refuse to answer it, I will kill you."

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"I just hid on their way home from get off work, knocked them out one by one when no one was around, and then borrowed a truck to transport goods and came here... Don't worry, no one will find out on the way."

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"...Xiao Zhuo, I have a question for you."

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"Use? No, it's called 'cooperation'..."

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Familiar scenes flashed before the eyes of the man in red. The people or things he had met were constantly pushed back with the flickering of light and shadow, as if he was watching a movie that belonged to his life.

The man in red glanced around, subconsciously took a step, and walked towards the depths of the vortex of memory.

"Not here... It should be a little further ahead."

He muttered to himself.

As he continued to go deeper into his memory, more scenes emerged... He saw himself wearing the mask of "Lin Yan" and fighting with Jian Changsheng for life and death; he saw himself standing in an empty warehouse, performing a crazy monologue to Wen Shilin who was wearing a hood; he saw himself standing at the front of the train under the attention of the public, burning to ashes in the flames and playing cards...

He was like an audience, watching his own life.

At this moment, he felt his steps suddenly become heavy, as if something was dragging him from behind.

He looked back suddenly, and saw that in the vortex of flowing memories, dark palms seemed to stretch out from nothingness and began to tear the memory fragments behind him. At the same time, another wave of palms directly grabbed his robes. Behind those palms, pairs of scarlet pupils crowded together, full of anger and madness!

The audience was stopping him from looking back at his memories!

Seeing this scene, the pupils of the man in red shrank slightly. He didn't expect that these spectators could interfere with his soul search. He quickened his pace without hesitation, trying to break free from the hands that grabbed him, and rushed into the depths of his memory!

"I don't know why Aurora City said you are a heretic, and I don't know why they must kill you... After this shot, you are dead, fighting on the battlefield with disasters."

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"Light the torch, they will come because of it."

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"In the name of the End Thief God [Silver King]... You will all die here."

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The light and shadow of memory quickly retreated in front of his eyes. He seemed to pass through the burning station again and smell the fragrance of the broiler feast. He stood on the corpses scattered all over the ancient military road and greeted his death with a dagger;

Not enough... still not enough! !

His speed was getting slower and slower. The red robe seemed to be stretched to the limit. He gritted his teeth, took off the whole dress, and ran forward at the fastest speed.

The red robe was instantly swallowed by countless black hands, but it did not slow them down at all. They had torn all the white smoke that passed by. Those hands surged like waves, and some of them even climbed onto his body.

"What is deep in my memory?! Why are you trying so hard to stop me?!"

Crack!

He moved his body with difficulty under the control of the hands, and his furious voice was mixed with the rolling thunder!

His feet stepped on the deserted street full of water, splashing fine water, and the heavy rain poured on his body. The bone-chilling cold seemed to pierce his body like invisible steel needles... His eyes were misty and blurred.

He returned to that rainy night, the rainy night when he first had memories.

His body had never been so heavy before, as if it was carrying thousands of heavy souls. Even taking a step was extremely difficult... Dense black hands silently stretched out from behind, lightly covering his body and face... like a devil from the abyss, covering the desperate and struggling eyes bit by bit.

In his vision, this rainy street extended to the end of the dark... There, it was a place that his memory had never touched.

"Get out of here!!!"

His body was gradually submerged by the black hands. Even so, he was still struggling frantically. The half-covered pupil stared at the darkness in front of him. That would be the final truth he was pursuing.

The foot that was struggling to hover in the air suddenly fell!

Pah——! !

The puddle splashed, and the surrounding streets were broken into pieces.

The mysterious darkness that extended to the end of the street suddenly submerged his figure in it, and a fragmented memory began to wash his mind!

At this moment, he felt that he had lost weight, like a ghost floating in the endless void, and unprecedented loneliness and pain tore at his consciousness... He tried to open his eyes, but failed, as if he had lost the ability to see.

But even so, he could still vaguely distinguish the situation around him. He could sense that endless raindrops fell from the sky and seeped into the blood-filled soil. Under the soil, there were cold and dead bodies...

Mass grave?

Did he go back to the night when his body was dumped?

He quickly guessed the time and place where he was. In this time and space, Chen Ling and Chen Yan were all buried in a mass grave. His soul traveled from the past, and the gray world descended and intersected. The world-destroying disaster should have entered his mind at this time, as well as the mysterious theater...

Too many things happened at this time, and this may be the origin of everything.

At this moment, everything in his perception suddenly distorted. This memory fragment itself was incoherent. At this moment, it was like an old TV screen, suddenly flickering and jumping to the next complete memory fragment.

The next moment, it was still in this mass grave... but there was one more person in front of him.

People? ?

He was stunned. According to his speculation, at this time, it was possible for the dead to be resurrected or the world-destroying disaster to come, but there shouldn't be one person... Who is he? What kind of person would appear here at this critical juncture?

He couldn't see the man's appearance clearly. In his perception, the only thing that was clearly visible was the bright red robe on the other person.

"Have you thought about it?" The man spoke slowly,

"After you take on his 'role', everything about you two will be swapped, including your identities, backgrounds, and relationships... You will completely become him, allowing him to be resurrected in another sense... and correspondingly, you will no longer exist."

"You..."

"Do you really want to become 'Chen Ling'?"