Chapter 1256: 6

6

Watching his companion being slapped into a bloody mess by Chen Ling, Councilor Tong was so frightened that his legs went soft. Losing his balance for a moment, he directly planted headfirst onto the side of the road.

His sweat-drenched hands gripped the handgun tightly, as if it were his last life-saving straw. Just as he struggled to get back up, amidst the hazy fog, the hem of the vermilion Theatrical Robe slowly brushed past his cheek...

"I'm very curious."

Chen Ling's leisurely voice gently rang by his ear.

Councilor Tong's vision blurred, and the gun in his hand appeared in another fair and slender hand. While casually twisting that gun into a fried dough twist, Chen Ling spoke indifferently, "Are all the Councilors of the Alliance Council trash like you?"

The scrap metal gun was thrown in front of Councilor Tong. He stared blankly for a few seconds before answering tremblingly:

"No... not... incorrect... yes... incorrect... they..."

Faced with this question, Councilor Tong didn't know how to answer either.

Therefore, another slap whizzed towards Councilor Tong's face!

Bang——!!

Councilor Tong flew spinning into the air, and then, while spurting blood, smashed together with the dead dog-like Councilor Sun.

Chen Ling calmly continued walking towards them.

Chen Ling knew that by killing two Councilors here today, the South Sea Domain would definitely fall into chaos as a result, but he didn't care... He didn't care what impact the deaths of these two Councilors would have on the South Sea political arena, nor did he care if it would affect the implementation of some policy. Firstly, these two had framed him; secondly, they had humiliated Han Meng; and thirdly, they still wanted to smear the dead Wen Shilin. No matter what, Chen Ling wouldn't let them off.

Chen Ling was confident that with the standards of the Police Officers in the South Sea Domain, no matter how they investigated, they wouldn't trace it back to him. The only thing he needed to worry about was whether the deaths of the two Councilors would affect Han Meng.

The two Councilors were killed right out the door just after provoking Han Meng. The higher-ups of the South Sea Domain would definitely suspect Han Meng. But Han Meng was just a prisoner, and had been locked in the wing room this whole time without leaving the Pu Family. All the members of the Pu Family could testify to this point, so after brief suspicion, Han Meng wouldn't be affected either.

Since that was the case, Chen Ling had nothing left to take into consideration.

"Chen... Ling..."

The two bloody and mangled figures saw the hem of the Great Crimson Theatrical Robe gradually approaching them. Driven by their final desire to survive, they still spoke hoarsely and with difficulty,

"Don't kill... us... we can... work for you..."

"I, need you to do things for me?" Chen Ling lowered his eyelids and spoke with a sneer, "At best, you are just two Councilors... If the Alliance Council blocks my path, I'll just kill them all. What use do I have for you?"

"The Human Domains... won't let you off..."

"Then let them come."

Chen Ling said indifferently, "It just so happens that my little brothers in the Ghost Mockery Abyss... still have nowhere to go."

Swish——!!

Densely packed Red Paper tentacles instantly pierced out from under Chen Ling's hem, directly piercing the two people's bodies into sieves. Scarlet blood sprayed out in a fan shape, dyeing the entire ground blood-red.

Two pairs of terrified eyes stared fixedly at Chen Ling. The vitality in their eyes gradually dissipated, finally turning stiff in the pool of blood.

Chen Ling calmly looked at the two tragically deceased people. A moment later, he slowly raised his hand, dipped it in the still warm, un-dried blood, and crookedly drew a number on the ground...

Looking from afar, it resembled a plump and deformed heart:

——[6].

...

"Who... am I?"

Rumble—

Pale lightning flashed through the ink-like clouds.

Pattering rainwater drifted down from the sky. In the chilly wind and rain, a figure draped in the Great Crimson Theatrical Robe was slowly walking forward along the railway tracks beneath his feet like a walking corpse. He waded through the rippling reflections in the puddles, trampling his own reflection into fragmented pieces.

"So chaotic... so chaotic!!"

"My memories... why have my memories become like this? Are these my memories?? No, these are not my memories... no, incorrect..."

"My name... damn it!! I have a name that belongs to me!!"

"I'm almost remembering it, I'm almost remembering it!!"

Pu Jianyue held his head with both hands. His face looked incredibly malevolent due to the shocking knife scars. He let out painful, low growls, like a beast on the verge of collapse.

Right at this moment,

A Playing Card drifted out from his clothes.

The moment he saw the Card Face of that Playing Card, a flash of inspiration streaked across his mind like lightning!

"Six of Hearts... I am Six of Hearts! Name... the name isn't important, I am the Six of Hearts of the Dusk Society!"

"Right, I was framed by the Silver King, and my memories fell into chaos. But it doesn't matter. As long as I haven't forgotten who I am, I haven't lost yet!!"

"Silver King, just you wait... I will definitely make you pay the price!!!"

Buzz——!!

Just as Pu Jianyue was muttering sinisterly to himself, a train roared over from straight ahead, smashing through the curtain of rain like a black steel beast!

Piercing lights swept across the tracks. The train directly crashed through where Pu Jianyue had just been, yet no blood drifted out. As the train rumbled past, on top of a distant streetlamp, a figure was outlined again amidst the reorganization of countless brushstrokes.

Pu Jianyue looked down at his palms and muttered to himself:

"The Silver King didn't steal away my abilities; this is good news... However, why am I in the South Sea Domain?"

"My memories are still chaotic, and a significant portion is missing..."

"Never mind. Since I appeared here, there will always be clues left behind. By searching slowly, I will always be able to patch back a portion of my memories... At worst, I'll just directly look for my Dusk Society colleagues for help."

Pu Jianyue's gaze turned towards the South Sea Domain shrouded in the hazy water vapor.

There wasn't much fear in his eyes, only hatred for the Silver King and absolute confidence in his own hiding abilities...

Although he didn't know why he was so confident either.

"South Sea Domain..."

"I, Six of Hearts, have arrived."

...

"Young Master Jianyue has returned?"

"Hello, Young Master."

"Good afternoon, Young Master."

Under the dim and overcast clouds, numerous figures spoke respectfully.

Chen Ling, who had already changed back into the gray vest and straight trousers, walked unhurriedly through the courtyards of the Pu Family. The rimless glasses resting on the bridge of his nose made his entire temperament seem refined and profound.

Chen Ling gave a slight nod to these greeting servants, then walked straight towards the houses deep inside.

He stopped at the door and knocked gently.

The person living inside was Pu Jianyue's father. He ranked sixth in his generation and, like the Head of the Family, was a person in power within the Pu Family. If the entire Pu Family were compared to an imperial dynasty, the Head would be the Emperor, and Pu Jianyue's father would be equivalent to one of the most powerful vassal kings... It might sound a bit exaggerated to outsiders, but for the number one family in the South Sea that almost monopolized the Path of the Scholar God, this was indeed its current status.

"Enter." A voice sounded from behind the door.