Chapter 1162: Why Didn't You Answer My Call!

Why Didn't You Answer My Call!

After the flight attendant left with the empty cup, she took a seat in the flight attendant jump seat diagonally across.

Because it was the first row of first class, the three or four flight attendants sitting in their seats could all see the Tang suit-wearing youth from the same angle. Their sapphire-like eyes blinked, full of curiosity and appreciation, as they whispered to each other:

"Who's that passenger? His outfit looks so... whimsical."

"A VIP arranged by Wushan Airport. Rumor says he's got connections. They booked two first-class seats for him—one for sitting, the other for that giant headpiece."

"The lion one? It's shockingly detailed."

"But here's the kicker: He's been devouring our double-skin milk pudding since takeoff. At this rate, we'll run out before landing!"

Sun Bumian's ears twitched slightly, hearing their entire conversation clearly. He seemed to not care about this at all. He simply used the knife and fork in his hands to elegantly cut the small cake on his tray table, his face filled with enjoyment.

In the next second,

"Just~ captured a few demons! Hey! And~ subdued a few monsters! Hah! Why are there so many demons and monsters..."

Sun Bumian nearly spat out a mouthful of cake. He looked at the caller ID on his phone in shock, wearing an expression as if he had seen a ghost...

A phone call?!

This is a fucking international flight! The phone is still on airplane mode!

Where did this call come from?

The Heavenly Court???

Sun Bumian didn't know what he was thinking either. After being stunned for a long while, he instinctively pressed the answer button.

"...Hello?"

In the next second, a deafening explosion accompanied by a voice roaring with all its might directly rang out within the first-class cabin!

"Sun Bumian!! Hurry up and save me!! I'm being hunted down in the western suburbs of Shanghai!..."

Smack—!

Sun Bumian violently hung up the phone.

"Damn it... I must not be fully awake... I'll sleep a bit more, just a bit more..."

Sun Bumian muttered something as he silently put down his knife and fork, leaning his head back against the seat, preparing to sleep a bit more.

But less than ten seconds after he closed his eyes, the phone screen lit up again!

"Just~ captured..."

Smack.

"Just~ captured..."

Smack!

"Just..."

"Mr. Sun, please switch your phone to airplane mode or turn it off while on the plane..." A flight attendant walked over with an odd expression. Looking at Sun Bumian and the "magic phone" in his hand, she spoke gently.

"...Sorry, sorry, my phone seems to be broken..."

Sun Bumian smiled awkwardly, then directly turned the phone off and stuffed it back into his pocket.

...

"Sorry, the subscriber you dialed is powered off..."

Chen Ling: ???

Hearing this reply, Chen Ling rarely cursed out loud. Then, his figure instantly shifted hundreds of meters away. In the next moment, roaring flames exploded in the area he had just occupied, blasting half the mountaintop to flat ground.

"I want to see just how much longer you can drag this out." Ying Fu's calm voice came from behind. In the howling gale, a massive amount of ink intertwined to form an oppressive, pitch-black mountain peak.

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Chen Ling's figure was already in a wretched state. He could only focus his attention on the impending end of the Timeline Save File countdown, his thoughts spinning rapidly.

He had no idea where that guy Sun Bumian was right now. Not only did he not answer the call, but he even directly turned off his phone... If he simply didn't answer, Chen Ling could still forcibly keep calling. But with the phone turned off, there was truly nothing he could do.

The good news was that the time limit for the Timeline Save File was about to end, so he wouldn't die here. But the bad news was that when he returned again a month later, he would still face this life-and-death crisis.

"Sun Bumian..." Chen Ling gritted his teeth.

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[Time limit for Number 129439 has been reached]

[Reading interrupted]

...

Bright light shined through the window Glass, illuminating the clean bedsheets. The light, gauze-like curtains fluttered in the gentle breeze—peaceful, serene, and dreamlike.

Chen Ling violently snapped his eyes open!

In the next moment, wounds began to burst open all over his body, and fresh blood flowed out from within...

But at this moment, Chen Ling could no longer care about his wounds. Gritting his teeth, he got directly out of bed, opened his door, and charged straight toward Sun Bumian!

"Brother Chen Ling... Brother Chen Ling?! Why are you covered in blood?" Little Peach, who happened to be passing by, exclaimed in shock upon seeing Chen Ling sprinting past in the corridor like a gust of wind.

Chen Ling didn't respond. Instead, he arrived directly at Sun Bumian's door and knocked forcefully!

Bang, bang, bang—!!

"Sun Bumian!!"

A long while later, Sun Bumian, who had been taking an afternoon nap, lazily opened the door.

While yawning, he asked in bewilderment:

"...What is it? Why the rush?"

"Why didn't you answer my call?"

"?"

"Forget it, let's talk inside!"

Seeing more and more people gathering in the corridor outside upon hearing the commotion, Chen Ling simply pushed Sun Bumian straight into the room and closed the door behind him with a backhand.

"No... what is going on? Am I not awake yet?" Sun Bumian rubbed his eyes. "What call... why are you covered in blood?"

Chen Ling didn't beat around the bush and directly explained the matter of him having used a Timeline Save File, and he also described the situation at the time.

"Do you remember this incident?" Chen Ling paused for a moment.

"Or rather, in your memories, have we ever met before?"

Sun Bumian thought about it carefully and spread his hands innocently, "...I don't know."

"How could you not know?"

"Please, what do you think I am? I've gone through the Reincarnation Cycle so many times, how could I possibly remember what happened in every single lifetime? My brain is also a human brain, not a hard drive with infinite capacity!" Sun Bumian sat down on the sofa, his tone filled with utter helplessness.

"At the end of every reincarnation, I forget almost everything from the previous one. I only retain some background context of the eras I lived in, along with a very few, deeply unforgettable events... So if you're asking me now whether I met you over three hundred years ago, I truly don't remember!"

Sun Bumian paused for a moment and added another sentence:

"Besides, during that reincarnation over three hundred years ago, it seems I suffered a very severe injury... The memories of that specific time are almost entirely gone."

Chen Ling looked into Sun Bumian's eyes. After a long while, he could only sigh helplessly...

"...Alright then, it seems you truly can't help... Just pretend I didn't say anything just now."

Chen Ling was just about to turn around and leave, but right at that moment, Sun Bumian suddenly spoke up:

"However, if you've really encountered some difficulties and want my help... I can teach you something too."

"Teach me what?"

Sun Bumian pushed up the Round Sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and a smile curled the corners of his mouth.

"Of course, it's a method that, no matter what era it is, as long as you can contact me, you can one hundred percent trick... er, call me over."