Chapter 840

Then another deafening crash sounded from the roof.

A blade of sword aura sliced a half‑height low wall into shattered bricks, and the white figure somersaulted amid the flying debris; when landing, their foot slipped and they nearly rolled off the roof, they grabbed the eaves, swung around to climb back up, turned back and made a gesture toward those behind that was wildly out of character.

Dan Heng saw the gesture clearly, and his eyebrows twitched.

Fine.

No matter who they are, their temper is quite like Bai Hang's.

In the few seconds he was lost in thought, the white figure vaulted over another roof ridge.

The distance closed to less than a hundred meters, close enough that Dan Heng could see the uneven cross‑section of the fox Tail where a small tuft of hair had been shaved off by the sword aura.

They clearly also noticed the three people standing here, turned their ears that way, and their whole expression lit up.

That shift in expression was extremely dramatic.

It switched in an instant from "being chased in a mess" to "seeing a long‑lost relative."

Even at that distance, Dan Heng could see their eyes glowing, fixed straight on him.

They waved at him, arms raised above the head and swaying side to side, like greeting an old friend at a dock.

Dan Heng was stunned.

Then they inhaled deeply, using every breath, and shouted toward Dan Heng.

"Dan Feng, help! Ying Xing has gone mad!"

Dan Heng's pupils constricted sharply.

Dan Feng?

Ying Xing?

Those two names were like two knives, one stabbing his eardrum, the other his heart.

His fingers tightened suddenly on the Cloud‑Striking gun barrel, the knuckles producing a faint click.

In his mind a vast white light erupted, its base swirling with countless shattered images—wet by tide, something he desperately tried to push back now surging upward!

Dan Feng.

Ying Xing.

They called those names in a tone more familiar than any.

No reverence, no distance.

It was just an old acquaintance shouting for two other old acquaintances to hurry over and help, with the natural familiarity and natural urgency.

Sai Fei Er used Bai Hang's face, Bai Hang's voice, Bai Hang's tone, and gave their own acting a perfect score in their heart.

From far away they Lock onto Dan Heng, and upon seeing the expression on his face caught between collapse and bewilderment, they almost couldn't hold back a laugh.

How amusing; this reaction was ten times more spectacular than Jing Liu's that day.

They silently made a note in their mind: when writing memoirs later, they must sketch the faces of these people.

But they didn't stop speaking!

They sprinted toward Dan Heng while continuously delivering lines that fit Bai Hang's character.

Precisely capturing every detail of timbre, tension, and the rise in tone, reproducing them down to the last fraction.

Under the Trickery Authority, they could mimic anyone they had seen, and Bai Hang's manner they had long memorized thoroughly.

A blade of sword aura brushed against the back of their head, slicing past.

Sai Fei Er suddenly tucked their head down; the sword aura flung several tiles forward, debris rained onto their face. They closed their eyes to dodge, and when they opened them again their expression was already adjusted.

That expression was precise down to each facial muscle: the panic after being chased, the delight upon seeing a familiar face, the natural urgency when asking for help.

All the subtle emotions naturally showed on that Bai Hang face.

They were fifty steps away from Dan Heng.

Behind them, Blade's footsteps grew nearer, mixed with a sound squeezed from deep in his throat.

That sound made Sai Fei Er's Tail hair stand on end, nearly snapping the fox Tail draped behind them straight.

Forty steps.

Dan Heng still stood stunned, as if nailed to the stone slab ground.

Ruo Sha turned his head to glance at him; a hint of concern flashed in his olive‑green eyes, but he said nothing, quietly switching the silver cross to his other hand.

Huo Huo raised the Command Flag to his mouth, covering the lower half of his face where an uncontrollable expression was about to break through.

Twenty steps.

Sai Fei Er took a stride and leapt straight down from the two‑story roof; knees bent slightly to cushion the landing, the body slid half a step forward, and the heel left a white mark on the stone slab.

They landed about ten steps in front of Dan Heng, the white long hair swinging forward by inertia, smearing their own face.

They brushed the hair back and, using Bai Hang's face, smiled at Dan Heng.

That smile was so radiant it could illuminate the entire dock.

Then a flash of blade sliced down behind them.

Sai Fei Er rolled to the side; the blade flash struck the spot where they had just stood, cleaving a three‑finger‑deep crack in the stone slab, sending shards scattering.

They used the momentum of the roll to spring up, kicked off with their foot and darted into the side alley, and before leaving tossed back, "Dan Feng, don't watch! I'm out first!"

Then their white figure vanished at the alley entrance.

Immediately after, Blade's figure swooped over.

When he landed, his foot dug a pit in the stone slab, and broken stones splashed from his boot soles, rolling across the ground.

He didn't look at Dan Heng, not even a glance to the side.

Blade's entire attention was Lock on the direction where the white figure disappeared at the alley mouth, his scarlet pupils shining like two coals just taken from a furnace.

A slight curve lingered at the corner of his mouth, his lips trembling faintly, as if muttering to himself.

"…There are five people… the price is three…"

The voice was so low it seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth, hoarse and broken, each word carrying a resolve about to snap.

"…It's one of them!"

As the last word hit the ground, he had already bounced away from his spot, his black coat trailing behind like a straight line; he planted his toe on the alley‑mouth wall, pushed off three steps, and chased deeper into the lane.

Three intersecting sword marks scarred the wall he stepped over, and fragments of stone peeled off the surface, striking the ground with a muffled clang.

Before the muffled sound faded, the blade's silhouette had already vanished into the alley's shadows.

Only a litter of broken stones, shattered paving stones, and lingering sword‑qi ripples in the air remained.

Dan Heng stood where he was, the Cloud‑Striker trembling slightly in his hand.

His eyes still fixed on the alley's mouth, but his pupils seemed out of focus.

Ah…

There are five people.

There are three costs.

Those words bounced around his mind like kites with broken strings, each collision spitting out a few Memory fragments.

He saw someone's silhouette again.

He took a deep breath.

Then Dan Heng slammed the Cloud‑Striker onto the ground; its tip struck the stone slab with a crisp metallic clang, shattering his thoughts into a void.

He came to his senses.

He turned, and briefly addressed Luosha and Huo Huo: "I have other matters to attend to; I shall take my leave now."

Without waiting for their reply, he turned away.

Luosha watched Dan Heng's retreating figure in silence, his olive‑green eyes lingering a beat on the side of Dan Heng's face.

He said nothing polite, merely gave a slight nod.

"Take care on the road," he said.