Chapter 1102: Little Jian's Cry

Little Jian's Cry

Jian Changsheng had a dream.

Pitch-black Killing Intent slowly squirmed under his feet like a quagmire, like a monster devouring the abyss... At this time, his legs were deeply sunk into it. No matter how he struggled, he couldn't pull them out even a tiny bit.

Bean-sized beads of sweat slid down Jian Changsheng's cheeks. He panicked and wanted to grab something beside him, but in this deathly silent quagmire, there was fundamentally no point to apply force. And the more he struggled, the more his whole person sank. Gradually, half of his body had already been swallowed into it.

"Damn it, what the hell is this thing?!"

"Hearts!! Diamonds! Clubs... save me!!"

"Fuck, fuck fuck fuck... where did this group of people go?!"

Jian Changsheng helplessly looked around, trying to find that familiar red figure amidst the endless Killing Intent, but only blurry and chaotic nothingness remained around him...

Right at this moment, a black figure slowly rose from the quagmire of Killing Intent.

Jian Changsheng's body gradually sank into the quagmire. Seeing this scene, he spoke somewhat panicked:

"Who are you?!!"

That person didn't speak, only standing above the quagmire of Killing Intent. The endless Killing Intent around him surged towards him like a vortex, as if he was the master here... What was left for Jian Changsheng was only a pair of eyes looking down like at an ant, full of disdain and contempt.

For some unknown reason, the instant he saw that person, Jian Changsheng had an ominous premonition in his heart.

At the same time, Jian Changsheng's vision blurred. At an unknown time, a phantom wearing a Great Crimson Theatrical Robe quietly floated beside him. Because of the obstruction of the Killing Intent, Jian Changsheng also couldn't see his appearance and expression clearly, but he was almost certain that that guy was Chen Ling!

Jian Changsheng's eyes lit up. As if grabbing onto a life-saving straw, he shouted loudly towards there:

"Hearts!! Where did you run off to just now?!"

"Quickly come pull me up!! That person is a bit strange! Let's stay away from him..."

But the bizarre thing was, no matter how Jian Changsheng called out, that red-clad Chen Ling had no intention of approaching. Instead, he indifferently turned around and walked towards the distance.

Jian Changsheng froze. He shouted in disbelief:

"Chen Ling!!! Come save me!! I just sacrificed all the luck of the rest of my life to save you, you can't just leave me to die without saving me like this!!"

"If you act like an ungrateful wolf, I... even if I become a ghost I won't let you off!"

The red figure disappeared at the end of the Killing Intent without turning back. Jian Changsheng's surroundings became empty again. He blankly looked at the deathly silent surroundings, an unprecedented fear surging into his heart... Dozens of times more terrifying than sinking into the quagmire himself.

The quagmire of Killing Intent swallowed Jian Changsheng's body bit by bit. His eyes plunged into pitch blackness, and a strong sense of weightlessness surged into his heart.

...

"Chen Ling?!!!"

Jian Changsheng suddenly jolted awake, his whole person sitting up with aswoosh.

Sun Bumian, who was lazily lying on the rocking chair beside him, was directly frightened to jump up by this loud roar. The small Round Sunglasses on the bridge of his nose almost fell off. After seeing clearly that the sound was emitted by Jian Changsheng, he scolded angrily:

"Spades, are you fucking sick in the head?! Ah?! I was almost about to snatch back my gold... just a little bit more... I already beat the Red King until he was Beaten to a Pulp, I was just short of asking for the location of the gold, you know?!"

Jian Changsheng: "...?"

Jian Changsheng sat blankly on the bed, looking at the familiar surroundings. It took a good while before he returned to his senses:

"Why did you hit the Red King?"

"..."

Sun Bumian held it in for a long time, waving his hand trying to rapidly skip this topic. "Don't mind this... What nightmare did you have? Calling Hearts' name with such gnashing teeth?"

"I..."

Jian Changsheng hesitated for a long time before he sighed deeply. "It's nothing."

Immediately after, Jian Changsheng looked around and asked again:

"Isn't this our foothold when we were in the Tianshu Domain? Why are we here?"

"If not here, then where?" Sun Bumian lay back down on the rocking chair. While basking in the sun, he spoke unhurriedly like an old master. "After you forcefully withstood the Calamity of Mockery's attack, you fell into a coma. That old geezer... oh, that Red King told us to take good care of you. We could only find a safe place nearby to wait for you to wake up. Thinking about it back and forth, this place is still the closest and safest.

Speaking of which, you should properly thank Little Flower. It was him who carried you all the way through the Gray World on his back."

"Little Flower... where is he?"

"Your neighboring hospital bed."

Jian Changsheng turned his head to look. Only to see on the neighboring hospital bed, a Mummy tied with bandages all over its body was lying peacefully on top, hands clasped together and placed on the chest, seemingly only a wreath short of passing away. Even the loud yell that scared Sun Bumian silly just now didn't manage to disturb him in the slightest.

Jian Changsheng couldn't help but get up, probing his finger under Jiang Xiaohua's nose. After a long while, his expression immediately turned somewhat pale.

"Diamonds... Little Flower seems to be dead."

Hearing this sentence, Jiang Xiaohua leisurely opened his eyes, speaking unwillingly: "You're the one who's dead."

"..."

"Why don't you breathe when you sleep?!!"

"I didn't need to breathe to begin with." Jiang Xiaohua turned over, turning his back to Jian Changsheng, as if he fell asleep again.

Jian Changsheng turned around somewhat speechlessly, circling around the room. After holding it in for a long time, he still couldn't help but ask: "... Where's Hearts?"

"Him huh..."

Sun Bumian's expression was somewhat strange. "He left."

"Left? Did he return to the Ancient Vault of the Drama Path?" Jian Changsheng recalled that the four Ks had said they would take him home before, and asked subconsciously.

"No, he left the Dusk Society..."

"Oh, so he left the Dusk Society... I thought..."

Jian Changsheng suddenly froze in place.

Half a second later, he fiercely snapped back to his senses, staring intently into Sun Bumian's eyes. "What did you say?!!!!"

Sun Bumian lay on the rocking chair, swaying as he recounted the entire sequence of events. After Jian Changsheng finished listening, his whole person stood blankly in place, like a sculpture.

"He left... how could he just leave like this??" Jian Changsheng's chest heaved violently. "Is that Red King sick in the head!? His own disciple, he insists on driving him to death?! Now driving the person to the Integration Faction, is he satisfied??!"

Sun Bumian clapped his hands and stood up from the rocking chair, directly resonating with Jian Changsheng:

"Right?! He's just sick in the head!! A perfectly good demigod, why does he only do underhanded, dirty deeds?!"

"Let's go!!"

"You also feel it's too much and we should find him, right?! Let's go! We'll go settle the score with him!"

"We're going to the Integration Faction to snatch Hearts back!!"

"Right, we'll go to the Integration... ???" Sun Bumian was taken aback, turning to look at Jian Changsheng who had an incomparably serious expression,

"... What did you say?"