Chapter 1735: The Disappeared Jian Changsheng

"Don't say it, this is actually quite convenient."

"Yeah... No matter where we go, we aren't afraid of being seen, and we can also walk through walls at will. From now on, won't we just walk sideways in these Human Domains?"

"If we get in the mood, we can even play ghosts in the radio to scare people, hahaha!!"

"We still have to be careful. In the reflection of glass or mirrors, we are still quite clear."

"So what if it's clear? Could they possibly catch us?"

"Among the major Divine Paths, there is also no shortage of capable people who can strike at souls. Don't be too arrogant. In case we get caught by someone, then we'll gossip about you for a lifetime."

"..."

The night sky shrouded the grassland. The crowd of the Dusk Society was still tirelessly researching their own bodies.

Sun Bumian's gaze swept around, but found something missing, walking straight toward Chen Ling.

"Is he not here?"

Chen Ling was startled, his gaze following to look at the crowd. In the noisy crowd, he indeed didn't see Jian Changsheng's figure.

His brows instantly furrowed tightly: "Wait... let me look again."

Logically speaking, Chen Ling had already released all of that small portion of ghosts most recently contained in the Red Paper Umbrella, including all the Dusk Society members... And Jian Changsheng was the last one to enter the Red Paper Umbrella. Chen Ling had even perceived his existence earlier, it shouldn't be possible to vanish into thin air.

But no matter how he searched the entire Red Paper Umbrella, he didn't find Jian Changsheng's ghost. He was like having penetrated the Red Paper Umbrella and vanished into thin air.

"How is this possible... He was clearly brought to this world by me."

Chen Ling put down the Red Paper Umbrella, deep incomprehension surfacing in his eyes.

He could be certain that Jian Changsheng was definitely brought to this world by him, but... where could he go? Putting aside whether he had the ability to break free from the Red Paper Umbrella, even if he did, why would he leave?

Could it be that he encountered some accident during the time the world was rebooted?

Chen Ling's heart instantly sank to the bottom.

Seeing the change in Chen Ling's expression, Sun Bumian also guessed something. He was silent for a long time, comforting:

"Don't worry... although that guy has bad luck, his life is very tough. He was probably accidentally dropped in a certain location in this world."

"Even if that's the case, he isn't blessed by the Channeling Field. He can move around in the human world for too long." Chen Ling said in a deep voice,

"I'm afraid..."

Sun Bumian pondered for a moment. "Like this, you and I join forces and divine a hexagram for him."

"Alright."

Chen Ling raised his hand and placed it on Sun Bumian's shoulder. [Soul Memory Art] instantly activated.

The crowd currently in a soul state couldn't use their original Divine Path power, but Chen Ling could reproduce their abilities from when they were alive through [Soul Memory Art], using himself as a medium. Among them naturally also included Sun Bumian's Domain.

The two qi of gold and black circulated around Chen Ling. [Fortune/Misfortune Divination] was simply activated. Although not as precise as Sun Bumian activating it himself, it was enough to predict fortune and misfortune.

Sun Bumian stood beside Chen Ling, looking at the two qi of fortune and misfortune continuously circulating, ultimately converging into a hexagram, falling into deep thought.

"...How is it?" Although Chen Ling could use the ability, he didn't know how to interpret the hexagram, and could only look at Sun Bumian.

"Fortune and misfortune are half-and-half... He should currently be in some kind of predicament, but in the short term, there won't be too big of a problem." Sun Bumian opened his mouth in surprise. "This is also my first time seeing this kind of hexagram... I really can't quite understand it."

Hearing that Jian Changsheng's soul didn't dissipate, and there wouldn't be any danger in the short term, Chen Ling instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

"But..."

"Where exactly is he right now?"

Chen Ling frowned tightly, his gaze seeming to penetrate the night sky above, gazing far into the distance toward a certain place...

...

Aurora Bastion.

In a certain luxuriously decorated large manor house.

A child wearing a crude torn padded jacket knelt by the bed, picking up a steaming towel from a washbasin, gently folding it into a square shape, and then carefully wiping a shriveled foot by the bed...

Bang——!

A foot heavily kicked his chest, lifting him and the washbasin over together. The youth grunted, falling wretchedly into the corner of the room.

The clanging sound of the washbasin falling to the ground followed. The scalding hot water drenched the youth thoroughly. Drops of water flowed down from the tips of his hair, revealing the panicked eyes below.

This child was only eight or nine years old, his body hadn't grown fully yet. Curled into a ball at this moment, he was like a dripping wet ball.

"Idiot! Are you trying to scald me to death!?"

A skinny man stood up from the bed, his dripping wet feet stepping on the ground. Walking in front of the youth step by step, he looked at him extremely domineeringly, "What, you're still not reconciled?"

"Don't forget, my Yan Family Bank is the big creditor of your Jian family. The money you, your father, and those residents on the street owe our Yan family, you guys won't be able to pay it off in your entire lives!"

"In this block, aside from the Chengtian Prefecture, I, Yan Dongqing, am the sky!"

The tender Jian Changsheng sat fallen in the corner, looking at that extremely arrogant Yan Dongqing. After gritting his teeth for a moment, he still spoke stubbornly:

"If it weren't for you guys using those underhanded methods, who would owe you so much money... You guys are simply bandits, robbers!"

Pa——!

The skinny man was furious, fiercely slapping Jian Changsheng, making him wretchedly lie on the ground again.

"Cut the fucking crap. If you have the ability, then pay back the money?! Our Yan family is a family passed down for hundreds of years, a starved camel is still bigger than a horse. Relying on you, a dog slave, you are also worthy of pointing fingers?"

Jian Changsheng opened his mouth, still wanting to refute something, but thinking of the astronomical figure his family owed the Yan family, as well as his severely ill father, he forcefully held that breath back.

"Go change a basin of water for the Young Master, wash again!!" Yan Dongqing snorted coldly.

Jian Changsheng didn't dare to speak more. Supporting his body with thin arms, he silently stood up from the ground, first using a towel to wipe dry the water stains on the ground, and only then carried the washbasin, walking outside.

The wind in the Aurora Bastion was very cold. Blowing on the child's thin and wet body, it was bone-piercingly painful.

Jian Changsheng shivered, burying his head even lower. Grievance and pain surged into his heart, tears swirling in his flushed eyes...

This child who was only eight or nine years old wiped his tears while whispering to himself:

"Mom..."

"Little Jian misses you..."

"They all bully me... why... why ah... I clearly didn't do anything wrong..."

Jian Changsheng choked with sobs softly, deeply afraid of letting others hear. He wanted to make himself a bit stronger like a man, but the tears just couldn't be controlled from swirling.

The bleak cold wind brushed across the empty corridor, freezing the child's dripping tears into frost. As the corner of his clothes was blown up by the wind, he only felt his vision blur, and a figure appeared before his eyes like a ghost.

That was the silhouette of a black human figure. He didn't have a physical body, but the churning killing intent around him was like flames churning in the nothingness...

The instant he appeared, the child Jian Changsheng was frightened until his legs went soft, and the washbasin in his hand once again fell to the ground with a clang.