The Shocked Eight of Spades
Xu Jia's headless corpse fell heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Eight of Spades looked at Chen Ling standing in the pool of blood wearing the Great Crimson Theatrical Robe and carrying soone's head with a cold smile. The corners of his mouth twitched crazily. Having already prepared to wait for death, he suddenly felt sowhat flustered...
What is this situation??
Originally, Eight of Spades hid in the warehouse, accumulating strength and preparing to perish together with soone. If only Xu Jia ca alone, he had a high degree of confidence in being able to ambush and kill him. Seeing that two people had co, Eight of Spades' heart had actually already died... But he never expected that Chen Ling not only wouldn't kill him, but instead, after knocking him to the ground with a punch, crazily stabbed himself with a knife!
Before Eight of Spades could react, this guy had already swung his knife backhandedly and finished off the Fire-Stealer...
"You... who are you??" Eight of Spades found it inconceivable.
Chen Ling casually tossed Xu Jia's head down, limping as he walked up to Eight of Spades.
"I want to purchase a glimr of hope." Chen Ling spoke calmly. "Hello, I am the Six of Hearts."
"Six of Hearts??"
Eight of Spades seed to have rembered sothing and ca to a sudden realization. "You are that Chen Ling??"
The great na of the Six of Hearts had long spread throughout the Dusk Society. The descriptions of him were more bizarre than the last, but 'World-Ending Calamity', 'Great Crimson Theatrical Robe', and 'cruel and crazy' were always his most prominent labels.
"It seems we haven't t before." Chen Ling reached out a hand and helped Eight of Spades up. "Apologies, my mory has been sowhat chaotic recently, so I can't really recognize people..."
"Why are you in the Wuji Domain? Why are you with the Fire-Stealers?"
"It's a long story."
Chen Ling let out a long sigh.
"I was kidnapped by the Silver King. He wants to control the 'World-Ending' inside my body. For this, he even scrambled my mories with soone else's, wanting to make turn against the Dusk Society and beco enemies..."
Hearing this, the doubts in Eight of Spades' heart imdiately dissipated by more than half. If what Chen Ling said was true, then he himself was probably a prop used to instigate discord between Chen Ling and the Dusk Society... No wonder he was dragged out of the Dungeon at this ti.
"How did you avoid being brainwashed and retain your own mories?" Eight of Spades asked the most critical question. "That's the Silver King, and you actually managed to deceive him??"
Chen Ling smiled slightly,
"This... is a secret."
Seeing this, Eight of Spades tactfully didn't ask any more questions. He didn't doubt Chen Ling's identity. After all, there was only one Fusionist of a World-Ending Calamity in this world, and that was the Six of Hearts, Chen Ling.
He took a deep breath, endured the pain on his body, and staggered into the distance.
"No matter what, let's leave here first before talking... This is the Fire-Stealers' territory after all. They will discover this corpse sooner or later and then realize you actually weren't brainwashed... If we anger the Silver King, it won't be easy for us to hide next."
Eight of Spades walked two steps, but found that Chen Ling hadn't followed. He looked back in confusion.
"Who said I was leaving?" Chen Ling smiled. "If both of us disappear, the Silver King will definitely notice sothing abnormal and send people to hunt us down... This is the Wuji Domain, their ho turf, and you're also injured. No matter how we run, we'll be caught sooner or later..."
"You... you're going back??" Eight of Spades spoke in shock.
One must know, the Silver King was no pushover, and the church was the nest of the Fire-Stealers, filled with experts. And Chen Ling was just at the Fourth Order. Having finally escaped from there with great difficulty, he actually dared to go back?
"As long as I go back and report your death, you will completely disappear from the Fire-Stealers' perspective... Only in this way can you survive, and we won't have to suffer being hunted down by all the Fire-Stealers." Chen Ling paused for a mont,
"As for myself... I have a way to gain a firm foothold there."
"The legends aren't wrong at all, you really are a madman!" Eight of Spades couldn't help but say.
But what Chen Ling said was indeed correct. If Chen Ling fled with him now, the probability of the two of them escaping from the Silver King's hands was infinitely close to zero. Instead, if Chen Ling went back, the chances of them both surviving would be greater.
Eight of Spades pondered for a mont, as if having made so kind of resolution. "Wait for a mont."
He saw Eight of Spades close his eyes and mutter sothing. The skin on his body began to take on an unnatural corpse-like pallor. At the sa ti, the flesh on his back slowly bulged, as if sothing was about to break out...
Eight of Spades' aura began to grow weaker and weaker, and his heartbeat almost disappeared. Corpse spots erged on the surface of his skin, as if he was transforming into a corpse.
Chen Ling watched this scene curiously. A few seconds later, he saw that a second head had actually grown out from Eight of Spades' back!
That was a head identical to Eight of Spades. Looking from afar, he seed to have beco a two-headed zombie. Both heads had their eyes closed and faces pale white, looking incredibly terrifying!
"You are..." This was Chen Ling's first ti seeing such a bizarre Path, and he was extrely surprised.
Having beco a corpse, Eight of Spades' arms bent at a strange angle, wrapping around the new head that had grown on his back, and then lifted it forcefully... That head was actually just plucked off his body by him, held in his hands.
Eight of Spades turned around, with his back to Chen Ling, holding his own head with both hands, and offered it forward.
"Take this. This way, when you go back, they will believe you more."
"?" Chen Ling opened his mouth wide in shock. "You can even do this?"
The corpse spots on Eight of Spades' body gradually receded, and his vitality recovered bit by bit. He was like soone completely drained of all strength, his whole person on the verge of death, his face ashen and lackluster...
"It's only because my Path is special. If it were anyone else, they wouldn't be able to help you this much." Eight of Spades spoke with his dying breath.
Since Eight of Spades had even taken off his own head, it was naturally impossible for Chen Ling to refuse. He imdiately took it with both hands. Although this was a new head that had grown on his back, it was completely identical to his real head, with absolutely no difference... With this thing, it would be much easier for Chen Ling to report back.
"Many thanks."
"No need to thank ... Hurry and leave..." Eight of Spades spoke hoarsely. "During this ti, I will stay at the Private Hospital on Goethe Street. If you need to find , you can go there."
"Okay."
Chen Ling was just about to leave when he suddenly seed to think of sothing. After hesitating for a mont, he took out sothing from his clothes and stuffed it into Eight of Spades' hand.
"This is..." Eight of Spades froze slightly.
"The Silver King cos and goes like a ghost. It's not safe to keep this thing with , so I'll entrust it to your care for now." Chen Ling spoke solemnly. "Rember, absolutely do not open it."
"I understand, don't worry."
Eight of Spades didn't say anything more to Chen Ling. At this mont, he looked like he could faint at any mont. Leaning against the wall of the warehouse, he walked into the distance bit by bit...
Seeing him leave, Chen Ling took a deep breath, picked up a hard zombie palm from the ground, and viciously stabbed it into his own body!
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