Chapter 948: The Best Actor Looks Back

The Best Actor Looks Back

"What did you say??"

Chi Tong abruptly stood up from his seat. "He walked back from the Ninth District by himself?"

"Yeah, we just got the news too." A Fire-Stealer immediately answered. "The employees at the manufacturing factory heard a loud noise from the warehouse area and all walked out. They saw a person wearing a Great Crimson Theatrical Robe carrying a head, covered in blood, walking out..."

"A head?? Whose head?"

"Eight of Spades'."

Hearing this, Chi Tong finally let out a sigh of relief. "Why is he alone? Where is Xu Jia?"

"We don't know yet. Our people are already investigating the scene. We didn't dare approach Chen Ling, waiting for you to make a decision!"

"When did this happen? Why didn't you notify me earlier!"

"Quick, go pick up Chen Ling! No... forget it, you guys are too slow. I'll go myself."

As soon as Chi Tong's words fell, he directly flew out of the church, rushing straight toward the manufacturing factory.

The fierce wind brushed past Chi Tong's cheeks. He crossed the sky above the Wuji Domain at astonishing speed. Since the Silver King had entrusted this matter to him, he absolutely couldn't mess it up... Fortunately, Chen Ling still successfully killed Eight of Spades, and the 'World-Ending' didn't appear. Everything should be not far from what was expected.

Before Chi Tong could find Chen Ling, he saw several Fire-Stealers coming from the direction of the factory, seemingly heading back to the church to report.

"Wait a moment!" Chi Tong shouted loudly.

"Lord Chi Tong."

"What's the situation at the scene?"

The several Fire-Stealers exchanged glances, somewhat nervous, but after hesitating for a moment, they still spoke truthfully:

"We found traces of a large number of zombies appearing at the scene... Eight of Spades must have put up a fierce counterattack before he died."

"Fierce counterattack?!" Chi Tong cursed angrily. "What's wrong with you guys? Didn't I tell you to beat him to the brink of death first?? You can't even do such a small thing well?!!"

"When we dragged him out of the Dungeon, he really only had one breath left... We underestimated Eight of Spades' recovery speed."

"A bunch of idiots!! Where is Xu Jia?! Tell him to come see me!"

"Xu Jia..."

The several Fire-Stealers struggled for a moment, and still whispered, "At the scene, we found Xu Jia's corpse... His body looked like it was charged head-on by zombies and has already been torn apart."

The anger on Chi Tong's face grew increasingly intense. He glared fiercely at the three of them, and the next moment, three hearts appeared out of thin air in his palms.

"Incompetent at handling matters, what use are you??"

Before the three of them could beg for mercy in terror, Chi Tong crushed the three hearts with a squeeze. Those three Fire-Stealers responsible for escorting and dragging Eight of Spades away lost their breath on the spot and fell heavily to the ground with a thud.

Chi Tong snorted coldly, his gaze sweeping the surroundings, and continued forward to search for Chen Ling's traces.

But even though Chi Tong had already run across the main road from the Ninth District Manufacturing Factory to the church, he still didn't see Chen Ling's shadow. His heart instantly plummeted into the abyss...

Xu Jia's death was a small matter, just a Fire-Stealer. But if Chen Ling went missing, the nature of it would be completely different... The Silver King could casually turn him into a fur coat, just like he instantly killed those few Fire-Stealers just now.

Cold sweat broke out on Chi Tong's forehead. Just as he was incredibly anxious, he suddenly seemed to think of something!

"Quick, help me look up where that Xiao Yu guy was buried back then!"

At Chi Tong's command, a large number of Fire-Stealers went to retrieve the files for him. Not long after, an address was delivered into Chi Tong's hands.

Chi Tong glanced at the location on it, then immediately tore across the sky, rushing towards the other side of the Wuji Domain.

...

Not long after.

A simple cemetery appeared before Chi Tong's eyes.

Chi Tong's gaze swept downward, searching along the large number of tombstones, and finally saw a familiar figure in the distance...

Chi Tong's heart instantly relaxed. He slowly floated down to the ground, lightened his footsteps, and walked toward the figure whose back was facing him.

"...Chen Ling?" Chi Tong spoke tentatively.

That blood-covered figure stood alone in front of the tombstone. Drops of fresh blood slid down from his wounds, spreading into a pool of blood beneath his feet.

"Do you still remember, Chi Tong." Chen Ling's hoarse voice rang out. "Back then, the two of us got dead drunk in the dorm... You asked me what I wanted most in this life. What did I say back then?"

Chi Tong froze.

Chi Tong, who originally wanted to question Chen Ling, was caught off guard for a moment. He almost forgot that his persona in Chen Ling's memory was a brother who slept in the upper and lower bunks in the workshop back then... He tried hard to get his brain to turn the corner and adapt to his current Role identity.

"I... I drank too much back then and can't remember clearly. What did you say?"

"What I want most in this life is to seek justice for Xiao Yu." Chen Ling took a deep breath and slowly placed Eight of Spades' head in front of Xiao Yu's monument. His hands were still trembling slightly...

"Today, I did it."

Chen Ling's tone was very firm, as if he was telling Xiao Yu under the tombstone, and as if he was responding to his past self.

Chi Tong held it in for a long time, not knowing what to say, and could only nod stiffly. "Yeah, you did it..."

"I have no regrets left."

Chen Ling turned his head to look at Chi Tong and spoke solemnly. "For the rest of my life, I will fight for the residents of the Wuji Domain... You must also work harder and realize your dream sooner."

"My... dream?" Chi Tong asked tentatively. "What was my dream again?"

"To marry Xiao Ran."

"Oh... right, right, of course it's this." Chi Tong let out two dry laughs.

Chen Ling was silent for a moment, then spoke again. "Also... Xu Jia, he..."

Before Chi Tong could say anything, Chen Ling's eyes began to turn red. He spoke hoarsely, "It was my carelessness at the time... I kicked open that door, not expecting the Dusk Society villains to be hiding behind it... In order to protect me, Xu Jia was surrounded by those zombies... I desperately tried to kill the Dusk Society villains to save him, but when I chopped off the villain's head... he was already..."

"Xu Jia was a good person. I had already warned him to be careful of the Dusk Society, but he just wouldn't listen... It's all my fault..."

Before coming here, Chi Tong had already guessed the ins and outs of the matter. Now hearing Chen Ling's recounting, a look of 'as expected' surfaced in his eyes...

His gaze fell on Eight of Spades' head in front of the tombstone, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

In any case, the task of having Chen Ling personally kill Eight of Spades was considered complete. Sacrificing a lowly Xu Jia was nothing at all.

"You've already tried very hard, Chen Ling." Chi Tong immersed himself in his Role and patted Chen Ling's shoulder. "Let's go back... Your injuries are too heavy. I'll find someone to heal you."

"Thank you."

"We're brothers who slept in bunk beds, what are you being polite for."

The two figures walked slowly out of the cemetery. Chi Tong was still immersed in the lingering fear of barely completing the task, while Chen Ling seemingly looked back reluctantly, gazing at Xiao Yu's tombstone with tears in his eyes...

He was like an actor on the Stage about to take a curtain call, looking Off Stage; or like the true culprit in a horror movie who hasn't been found out, turning his head to gaze at the Audience in front of the screen;

The Great Crimson Theatrical Robe danced lightly in the wind. The corners of Chen Ling's mouth curled up into a smile that made one's scalp tingle.