Chapter 525 Life Script
Hua Hua Hua——
The rain showers hit the metal roof, making a dense and clear sound, like drums pinging, and like the time playing in a hurry.
Between the overlapping rain curtains, Chen Ling, wearing a bright red opera robe, stared indifferently at Nie Yu under the muzzle, the hem of her clothes swaying slightly in the wind.
"Last words?" Nie Yu, whose face was stained with blood, sneered weakly, "Only cowards... need last words to impress the enemy and beg for a chance to survive... If you lose, you will lose. I have nothing to say."
"Okay, let me ask another question." Chen Ling narrowed her eyes slightly.
"...Where is the victory?"
"I don't know." Nie Yu said four words calmly.
"Didn't he send you here?"
"I have no idea."
Chen Ling frowned slightly. Of course he knew that Nie Yu was refusing to answer the question and hiding Yingfu's actions at the same time. But what he didn't expect was that this guy was so loyal to Yingfu?
"I don't understand... If Yingfu came back from the era archive like me, then the time of his activities in this era should be synchronized with mine... How did he make you give up in such a short period of time? Surrender to him?"
Nie Yu's remaining eyes looked at Chen Ling calmly.
"I have no idea."
Chen Ling shook her head helplessly, "Since you are unwilling to cooperate, I have to come and see it myself..."
Chen Ling mobilized her mental power, and a pair of apricot-red eyes reappeared. [Red Yan] covered his face. His pupils seemed to contain some kind of magic power, and his gaze penetrated Nie Yu's eyes like swords!
A fragmented memory flooded into Chen Ling's eyes!
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Hua Hua Hua...
Chen Ling opened her eyes again, and she was still in a heavy rain.
However, this is no longer an abandoned factory in the service area, or even in the country. A dilapidated and chaotic street appears in front of Chen Ling's eyes. The rain washes the mud on the ground. A figure passes through his illusory body, stumbling. Go forward.
It was a man who looked like a beggar in tattered clothes. His hair was greasy and messy, as if it hadn't been washed for a long time. His body exuded a stink from somewhere, as if he had just crawled around in some sewer. walk out.
But behind his back, he carried a pitted hunting knife, with dark blood still remaining on the edge of the knife, exuding a frightening smell of blood.
Even if Chen Ling didn't see his face, she still knew who this person was. The figure with the hunting knife on his back was too familiar to him... Although Nie Yu's figure at this moment still looked a bit thin, but he had a fierce murderous aura. , but even heavy rain cannot wash it away.
As he advanced, some poorly dressed yellow people poked their heads out of the dilapidated streets on both sides. Most of them were small and thin children, pointing at Nie Yu who was stumbling forward, with eyes full of curiosity.
"This is...Myanmar?" Chen Ling looked at the surrounding environment thoughtfully.
Nie Yu's mental strength was already shattered when he was dying. Through Zhu Yan's pupil technique, Chen Ling could easily peek into a corner of his "life script". Not surprisingly, this was the most impressive part of Nie Yu's life. Scenes.
Chen Ling was not sure whether Yingfu 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, a flash of pain and struggle in his tired eyes, but in the end he pushed the door hard and entered. As the bar door creaked open, the rhythmic music was mixed with some kind of excitement. The intoxicating smell came from inside the house.
In the dark and small venue, neon lights flashed dazzlingly, and the bar was filled with black leather sofas. People of all skin colors gathered here, laughing and talking to the eardrum-painful heavy metal music...
Seeing that the door of the bar was pushed open, several black people were holding wine glasses and sizing up Nie Yu in several booths near the door. Their eyes saw the hunting knife behind him, and their expressions were a little unkind. More and more eyes were 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, his eyes carefully scanning every corner of the bar.
At this moment, several figures with large shoulders and large waists and numerous tattoos stood in front of Nie Yu and spoke with gloomy expressions:
"????????????????????? (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 there was no response from a few people, he took out a photo and held it up in front of a few people. 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 a few people and just used his strength to push them away and walked to the bar. Amidst a burst of angry shouts, he quickly shuttled between each booth and carefully identified the people here. Every figure.
Those burly men surrounded them from all directions, and some even took out guns directly from their arms. Nie Yu seemed not to notice and was still searching frantically... But as a spotlight swayed in front of him, Finally fixed in a corner of the bar stage, Nie Yu suddenly froze on the spot.
On the neon-lit stage, several scantily clad dancers were walking forward amidst cheers, carrying a vase. The vase was only half an arm high, and was just the type usually used to hold small potted plants, but at this moment On top of the vase, there is a head...
It was a woman in her fifties, with no body or limbs, and only a solitary head growing on the mouth of the bottle, like a deformed monster stuffed into the bottle. Her eyes were gray and lifeless, without any trace of life.
At this moment, she seemed to catch sight of a familiar figure with her peripheral vision, and her pupils unconsciously dilated...
Seeing that face, Nie Yu stayed where he was.
The roaring music was beating, and the audience cheered in the hot dance of the dancers. One by one, fierce figures grabbed Nie Yu's body, put the muzzle of the gun against his temple, and roared something angrily...
But Nie Yu didn't react at all 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, the special forces member who had been hunting in the Golden Triangle for fifteen days suddenly burst into laughter.
His expression gradually became ferocious, and his eyes flashed with absurdity and madness. He broke away the hands of several big men and pulled out the hunting knife from behind. The sword flashed, and the stunned heads of the big men were thrown high...
The music was playing crazily, covering up all the frightened cries for help. Nie Yu was like a god of death emerging from the sea of blood, waving the hunting knife of the god of death, dancing wildly under the neon lights.
That day, not a single person was left alive in the bar...including Huang Cuifang in the bottle.