Chapter 525 Life Script

Huahuahua——

The sudden rain hit the metal roof, making dense and crisp sounds, like drums playing ping-pong, or like the rapid sonata of the times.

Between the overlapping rain curtains, Chen Ling, wearing a bright red opera robe, stared indifferently at Nie Yu under the muzzle of the gun, and the hem of his clothes swayed lightly in the wind.

"Last words?" Nie Yu, with a bloody face, sneered weakly, "Only cowards... need last words to impress the enemy and beg for a chance to survive... If you lose, you lose. I have nothing to say."

"Okay, then I'll ask it in a different way." Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly,

"...Where is Ying Fu?"

"I don't know." Nie Yu calmly uttered four words.

"Didn't he send you here?"

"I don't know."

Chen Ling frowned slightly. He certainly knew that Nie Yu was refusing to answer questions and hiding Ying Fu's movements, but he didn't expect that this guy was so loyal to Ying Fu?

"I don't understand... If Yingfu and I were both saved in the same era, then the time he was active in this era should be synchronized with mine... In such a short time, how did he make you submit to him wholeheartedly?"

Nie Yu's remaining eyes calmly looked at Chen Ling.

"I don't know."

Chen Ling shook his head helplessly, "Since you are unwilling to cooperate, I can only see it myself..."

Chen Ling urged his mental power, and a pair of apricot-red eyes appeared again, [Red Face] covered his face, his pupils seemed to contain some kind of magic, and his eyes penetrated Nie Yu's eyes like a sword!

A fragmented memory poured into Chen Ling's pupils!

...

Huahuahua...

Chen Ling opened his eyes again, still in a rainstorm.

However, this was no longer an abandoned factory in the service area, or even in China. A dilapidated and chaotic street appeared in front of Chen Ling, and the rain washed the muddy ground. A figure passed through his illusory body and staggered forward.

It was a man wearing ragged clothes, like a beggar. His hair was greasy and messy, as if he hadn't washed it for a long time. He exuded a foul smell from somewhere, as if he had just walked out of a sewer.

But behind him, he carried a pitted hunting knife, and the blade was still stained with dark blood, emitting a terrifying bloody smell.

Even if Chen Ling didn't see his face, he knew who he was. He was too familiar with the back of the man carrying the hunting knife... Although Nie Yu looked a little thin at the moment, the fierce murderous aura on his body could not be washed away by the heavy rain.

As he moved forward, some yellow people in simple clothes poked their heads out from the dilapidated streets on both sides. Most of them were thin children, pointing at Nie Yu who was staggering forward, with curiosity in their eyes.

"Is this... Myanmar?" Chen Ling looked at the surrounding environment, thinking.

The dying Nie Yu's mental strength had long been shattered. Through Zhu Yan's pupil technique, Chen Ling easily glimpsed a corner of his "life script". If nothing unexpected happened, this was the most impressive scene for Nie Yu.

Chen Ling was not sure whether Ying Fu would appear in this scene, he just wanted to give it a try... As Nie Yu gradually walked away, he followed him.

Finally, Nie Yu slowly stopped in front of a bar at the end of the street.

He took a deep breath, and a trace of pain and struggle flashed in his tired eyes, but in the end he still pushed the door hard and entered. As the bar door creaked open, rhythmic music mixed with some intoxicating smell came from the house.

In the dim and narrow venue, neon lights flashed dazzlingly. The bar was full of black leather sofas. People of all skin colors gathered here, laughing and talking in the heavy metal music that hurt the eardrums...

Seeing the door of the bar being pushed open, several black people in the booths near the door looked at Nie Yu with wine glasses in their hands. When they saw the hunting knife behind him, their expressions were a little unfriendly, and more and more eyes gathered here.

The rain curtain fell behind the ragged figure. Nie Yu stood at the door of the bar with a knife on his back, and his eyes carefully swept every corner of the bar.

At this moment, several burly men with lots of tattoos on their bodies blocked Nie Yu and said gloomily:

"????????????????????? (Boy, what do you want to do?)"

Nie Yu was silent for a moment, "sb ??? ?????? (Looking for someone.)"

Nie Yu read out the three words "Huang Cuifang" in Chinese. Seeing that they didn't respond, he took out a photo and held it in front of them. They looked at each other, shook their heads, and seemed to start to drive Nie Yu away.

But Nie Yu didn't intend to leave just like that. He ignored them and pushed them away with his strength and walked into the bar. Amid a burst of angry shouts, he quickly shuttled between each booth and carefully identified every figure here.

Those burly men surrounded them from all directions, and some even took out guns from their arms. Nie Yu seemed to have not seen them and was still searching frantically... But as a spotlight flashed in front of him and finally stopped in a corner of the bar stage, Nie Yu suddenly froze in place.

On the neon-lit stage, several scantily clad dancers were seen carrying a vase and walking forward amid cheers. The vase was only half an arm’s height and was usually used to hold small potted plants, but at this moment, a head grew on top of the vase…

It was a woman in her fifties, without a body or limbs, with only a lonely head growing at the mouth of the bottle, like a deformed monster stuffed into the bottle, with gray and dead eyes, without a trace of life.

At this moment, her peripheral vision seemed to sweep over a familiar figure, and her pupils unconsciously dilated...

Seeing that face, Nie Yu stayed where he was.

The roaring music was rhythmic, and the audience in the audience cheered in the hot dance of the dancers. One by one, the ferocious figures grabbed Nie Yu's body, put the muzzle of the gun against his temple, and roared angrily...

But Nie Yu had no reaction to all this, as if he had completely left this world.

As the woman in the vase began to cry, and as Nie Yu was dragged out of the door little by little, this special forces member who had been hunting in the Golden Triangle for fifteen days without sleep suddenly laughed.

His expression gradually became ferocious, and his eyes flashed with absurdity and madness. He broke free from the hands of several big men and pulled out the hunting knife from behind. With a flash of the knife, the big men's stunned heads were thrown high into the air...

The music was playing crazily, covering up all the terrified cries for help. Nie Yu seemed to be a killing god walking out of a sea of ​​blood, waving the hunting knife of the god of death and dancing wildly under the neon lights.

That day, no one was left alive in the bar...including Huang Cuifang in the bottle.