Chapter 346

Lost in the Flower Cluster

This smear of White Ash... when was it stained on?

In Chen Ling's mind, suddenly recalled Clown's finger brushing past his own nose tip just now. It should be exactly at that time, he left behind some method inside his own body?!

He immediately reached both hands into the puddle of water, cupping up a handful of clear water from within, splashing it on his face, trying to wash away that smear of White Ash.

But no matter how he tried hard, that smear of White Ash exactly like growing on the nose tip generally, didn't have the slightest fading. Moreover along with Chen Ling's physical strength and Spiritual Power's crazy consumption, that smear of White Ash was still gradually becoming bigger...

He more and more looked like a "Clown".

Chen Ling's eyebrows tightly locked. After forcefully using clear water to wash a few times without result, simply reached his hand towards his chin, grabbing the facial skin forcefully tearing!

Cila——

Along with a facial skin carrying White Ash fluttering down, below the facial skin, was another facial skin dotted with White Ash on the nose tip...

He had no way to again use Formless.

Not only Formless, Scarlet Trick, Judgment Court these skills also couldn't get a response. Along with Spiritual Power being drained empty, the White Ash on his nose forming, his skills actually were also blocked, thoroughly turning into an Ordinary Person.

Even if he had already left Clown Peak, Clown's power was still exerting effect. Perhaps this White Ash is exactly a tracking mark. As long as Clown escapes from King of Clubs' hands, can still find himself?

"Damn it... hahahaha..."

Chen Ling staggeringly stood up from the ground, propping his weak both legs, bit by bit walking towards that patch of pale white flower cluster.

He knew he himself was fast about to reach the limit. But no matter what, also couldn't lose consciousness inside the Gray World. Who knows after he himself faints will there be a bold Calamity coming over to gnaw a mouthful, or be caught up by Clown who broke free?

But... where exactly is the Red Dust Domain?

Chen Ling difficultly stepped into the flower cluster, yet could no longer find the road entering the Realm. Just as King of Clubs said... Red Dust Domain, isn't wanting to enter then can enter.

The pictures in his field of vision gradually drew out threads, like a black-and-white movie having its frames extracted. Consciousness also gradually blurred up,

Gentle breeze brushed past the flower sea silently surging. A smear of red clothes difficultly walked within it, like a homelost person losing his way in the decadent flower cluster. His footsteps became increasingly heavy, ultimately a stagger, falling headlong into the middle of the flower sea waves.

"...Red Dust..." His dry and cracked both lips lightly opened, thoroughly losing consciousness.

The gray world fell into deathly stillness. Only left with pale white flower bouquets swaying with the wind. A smear of scarlet red dotted in the white flower waves, like a lonely martyr;

Hu——

Along with a gust of clear wind brushing past, the fragmented flower petals between the flower bouquets were rolled up to the sky,

A figure quietly and soundlessly appeared beside the red clothes. Standing in the swaying flower cluster and flyingly rolling flower petals, like a ghost.

That figure looked at Chen Ling, in his eyes flashing past a smear of complexity...

A sound of helpless sigh sounded,

The corner of the white coat dancing with the wind, lightly brushed past the red clothes. The next moment Chen Ling's figure then disappeared without a trace.

The gray world, returned again to deathly stillness.

...

"Yi?"

Red Dust Domain, inside a certain desolate small town, a figure wearing a Theatrical Robe slowly lifted his head, looking towards a certain direction.

The sunset of the evening gradually sank into the great earth. Between the weed-overgrown Wilderness, a not yet completed crude and simple opera stage solitarily stood. At this moment beside the opera stage, a few figures were currently hugging wood and hammers, busying themselves with heads full of heavy sweat.

They wore performance outfits, knocking and beating towards the opera stage, seemingly testing if it can withstand people walking on it. Clothes and faces were all stained full of dust. Time to time talking and laughing, sending their gazes looking towards the distance.

In the direction of the sunset, could see a patch of emerald green woods, and the households with curling cooking smoke rising in the distance.

A moment later,

One person among them walked to beside that Theatrical Robe figure, remaining silent for a moment:

"Master, move your butt a bit, you are sitting on our wooden board."

"Not so." That Theatrical Robe figure still sat there, leisurely opening his mouth, "What your master is sitting on is not a wooden board, but an opera stage."

"...Master, it is a wooden board right now, tomorrow it's then an opera stage."

"Your master will not walk down from the opera stage."

"..." That person paused for a bit, turning around fetching over a small stool, "Master, sit here."

"Haha, good disciple, still you are the most intimate."

"Didn't you say you wouldn't walk down from the opera stage?"

"Hmph, wherever your master is, there exactly is the opera stage."

That figure unhurriedly moved his butt away from the wooden board, sitting on the small stool. His whole person relaxingly leaned against the chair back. In the dusk lightly shaking a palm-leaf fan, gaze gazing at a certain direction.

"Master, what are you looking at?"

"Looking at a person."

"Who?"

"Old Six."

"Little Junior Brother??"

Hearing these two characters, the few people's eyes all lit up. Immediately putting down the work in their hands surrounding up, "Little Junior Brother arrived at the Red Dust Domain? When are we going to pick him up?"

"Hmph, normally why don't I see you guys taking your master to heart so much?" That figure's frequency of shaking the palm-leaf fan sped up a bit, "Now hearing Old Six is coming, one by one all have eyes emitting light?"

"Master you saying these words... do we usually still not take you to heart enough?"

"The meals Third Brother makes, aren't they all seasoned according to your taste?"

"Your clothes, aren't they all knitted by Second Brother?"

"Also..."

"Alright alright, I know you guys want to go find him... however, right now still isn't the time."

"Why??"

"How did I teach you guys?" That figure pointed at the about to be completed crude and simple opera stage, "The opera stage is all built up. If not finished performing, want to run where to?"

Everyone instantly was somewhat disappointed, but immediately said,

"However we altogether only perform three acts. Three days then can finish performing right? By that time we always can go right?"

"But, didn't Second Senior Sister go to the Aurora Domain? They didn't come back together?"

"The towns inside the Red Dust Domain are so many, which town is Little Junior Brother at?"

"..."

The Theatrical Robe figure shook the palm-leaf fan, leisurely opening his mouth, "You guys just go ahead and perform well these few acts of opera. As for the others, your master naturally has arrangements... If letting your master see these few days you guys perform absent-mindedly, after returning, you'll have bitterness to eat."

The few people helplessly looked at each other a glance. Knowing they couldn't convince him. Ultimately still walked back to beside the uncompleted opera stage, continuing to repair it up.

Along with their leaving, within the dusk of the sunset, only left that one figure sitting there, shadow gradually being pulled long by the setting sun...

The smile on the corners of his mouth gradually faded. In the both eyes looking towards the distance, the gaze was deep like an abyss.

"You... exactly who are you?"