Chapter 992: Sun Bumian's Lifeline

Sun Bumian's Lifeline

"——Achoo!!"

Jian Changsheng sneezed violently.

"The air quality in the Wuji Domain is really terrible," Jian Changsheng muttered. "It's hazy everywhere, you can't see anything clearly... The smell is also pungent."

"It's very normal, this is the Factory District after all."

Wu Duo closed the window, confirming that no one outside was looking this way, and directly drew the curtains. The entire room instantly became pitch black.

Click——

Fang Liangye pulled the light switch cord. A pale light bulb illuminated the warehouse, reflecting faces covered in dust and dirt, looking completely disheveled.

All the Rat Party members who escaped from the underground stronghold were basically hiding here. Most of them bore injuries, but the deep exhaustion flowing in their eyes was even more shocking under the incandescent light than their wounds.

For a time, the atmosphere in the warehouse was deathly silent and oppressive.

"Is this place safe?" Fang Liangye asked Wu Duo in a low voice.

"Of course it's safe. Did you forget, this is your home base!"

"Home base?"

"Your Human Rights Union, wasn't it formed in this Factory District? It was your people who vacated this place for us."

"Human Rights Union..."

Fang Liangye tried to recall this name, but only blankness remained in his eyes.

Looking into Fang Liangye's eyes, Wu Duo sighed deeply. "Fine, your memory is completely messed up... The Human Rights Union is a union secretly formed jointly by you residents of the Factory District, constantly striving to fight for reasonable rights and interests for the residents... You even frequently wrote petition letters."

Naturally, it was impossible for any related memories to remain in Fang Liangye's mind. The him that Wu Duo described made him feel incomparably unfamiliar.

He slowly walked forward, looking out at the Factory District in the smog through the edge of the curtain, his expression somewhat complex...

He wasn't Six of Hearts of the Dusk Society.

Everything in his memories was another person's life... Then, who exactly was the real him?

In the gray smog outside the window, haggard figures wearing protective suits walked sequentially into the factory gate with their heads lowered. No one communicated, like a group of hollowed-out puppets being mechanically swallowed into the belly of the giant factory beast.

Just as Fang Liangye was lost in thought, a voice came from behind.

"We're hiding here, will Hearts be able to find us when the time comes?" Jian Changsheng asked doubtfully.

"He can." Fang Liangye returned to his senses and nodded slightly. "I left marks outside. If it's him, he will definitely be able to find his way over."

"That's good..."

Seeing Jian Changsheng heave a sigh of relief, Fang Liangye's mind stirred. He recalled the memories belonging to Chen Ling in his mind. After a long while, he suddenly spoke:

"Your relationship is really good."

"Ah? What?"

"You and Hearts."

Jian Changsheng was stunned, and he scratched his head. "Is it? Actually, I also have this feeling... Back when we were in the Tianshu Domain, I just felt like I had to come... Are we ironclad bros?"

"No, you used to be enemies."

"???"

Fang Liangye was different from Chen Ling. Although he possessed Chen Ling's memories, he wasn't that aloof deep down in his bones. Compared to Chen Ling, he was more willing to directly express emotions.

Looking at his own reflection in the glass, he spoke again.

"Hearts, he... is truly very pitiful." Fang Liangye paused for a moment. "Almost no one in this world can understand him, and no one can share his pain and confusion. He carries all matters by himself... He is forcing himself to move forward, becoming dangerous, cunning, and aloof.

The only goodwill this world has towards him lies in the fact that he still has people he can trust... You, are one of them."

Fang Liangye's tone was very muffled. Perhaps only he himself knew exactly how much sorrow and pain were contained in these few sentences. That was the epitome of Chen Ling struggling all the way here.

Chen Ling's face emerged in Jian Changsheng's mind again. He suddenly felt like something pricked his heart, an inexplicable discomfort.

He didn't know how to answer, just nodding silently:

"...Mm."

Fang Liangye took a deep look at him, seemingly for no reason, and spoke again:

"You guys, must absolutely live well."

Jian Changsheng looked at him blankly, seemingly not quite understanding. "Who?"

"You guys." Fang Liangye pointed at his own chest. "All the people Hearts keeps in his heart."

"Why?"

Fang Liangye didn't continue chatting. He just quietly walked to a corner, sat down, and began to rest with his eyes closed.

Jian Changsheng was completely baffled and didn't press further. He just looked out the window, imitating Fang Liangye's posture just now, and fell into deep thought...

Suddenly, he slapped his head.

"Holy crap, wait... I hid here, but what about those two guys??"

...

Wuji Domain.

On the other side.

Handfuls of thick soil were shoveled into the sky. In the deep dirt pit, a figure wearing a Tang suit was holding a shovel, digging downwards while sweating profusely.

"Damn it... did I dig this deep back then?"

At this time, the dirt pit was already about twenty meters deep. Sunlight couldn't reach the very bottom of the pit, and it was incomparably dim below... Sun Bumian leaned against the wall to rest for a moment, took another deep breath, and dug down shovel by shovel.

Sun Bumian had painstakingly crossed so many domains to come here, precisely for the things beneath here...

A total of nine boxes of Gold Bricks.

Over a thousand years, an unknown number of Reincarnation Cycles, Sun Bumian had been poor, had starved, had been afraid... So in every Reincarnation Cycle, he would live frugally, and like a hamster, turn the wealth he exchanged his whole life for by performing street arts into Gold Bars, and hide them in a place.

Who said money can't be brought into the Coffin?

To Sun Bumian, his money could not only be brought into the Coffin, but could also be kept to use in his next life.

At the very beginning, Sun Bumian buried coins, but he soon discovered that once dynasties changed, this stuff became scrap. Moreover, paper currency would dry out and disintegrate underground. The only currency that could be circulated forever had to be gold.

This way, when he truly couldn't afford to eat, he could return here, dig open the ground, and take out a few Gold Bars from inside to spend... This was his root!

Hearing the news that the Wuji Domain was about to fall, Sun Bumian was extremely nervous. He was worried that after fighting started here, his savings over several lifetimes would also suffer disaster, so he didn't hesitate to trek over mountains and rivers just to come verify their safety.

Time passed minute by minute. After an unknown amount of time, the edge of the shovel seemed to hit a hard object in the soil, emitting a light clink.

Sun Bumian's eyes instantly lit up!

He bent down and quickly pushed aside the soil below. Several heavy, sealed large iron boxes gradually became exposed in the air.

Rather than calling them iron boxes, it would be better to call them super-sized safes. These iron boxes looked like they had been buried in the dirt for many years, but there were no obvious rust marks on the surface, and each one was incomparably heavy.

Sun Bumian forcefully slapped the surface of one of the iron boxes. The heavy lid was slowly opened...

The next moment, Sun Bumian let out a sharp shriek!