I'm not a theatre god

Xiao Jian was stunned.

He was just an ordinary servant, an ant that no one cared about even if he died in Aurora City... But now, a man appeared in front of everyone, supporting him for more than ten years.

Xiao Jian didn't know him, and she didn't know what the 6 of spades was, but the moment Sun Bu Mian said these words, something seemed to be awakening in the depths of his mind, and an unprecedented strong feeling spread in his heart!

"Who are you..." Xiao Jian murmured.

"I'm Sun Bumian."

Sun Bumian felt the shock from this memory, and knew that the time had come. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the void. The memory thread belonging to Jian Changsheng was tightly held in his hand... He said lightly,

"Jian Changsheng, it's time for you to wake up."

Then, pull hard!

Jian Changsheng's memory thread was traced back in Sun Bumian's hands, and the stolen memories surged out like a tide!

Jian Changsheng's confused eyes gradually regained consciousness, and his whole temperament began to change. His humble spine gradually straightened, just like what Sun Bumian said just now. He raised his head and glanced around calmly...

His expression was a little complicated.

"Is this actually a memory..."

At the same time, the bodyguards of the Stars Chamber of Commerce and the surrounding law enforcement officers rushed here quickly. The butler, whose nose was covered with blood, staggered up from the ground. With the support of those people, his confidence was obviously strengthened. a lot of.

The housekeeper stood on the high steps, pointed at Jian Changsheng in the snow, and cursed:

"Little Jane!! Still not coming back?!!"

"Do you really think that our Yan family can't cure you?? A dog slave is nothing without the protection of our Yan family!!"

Wuwuwu——

The wind and snow blew across the snow in front of the door, gently blowing the corners of the clothes of the two figures.

"I didn't expect that you were so frustrated before." Sun Bumian didn't even look at the housekeeper. He held the beads in his hand and said leisurely to Jian Changsheng, "Although this is just a memory, why don't you take this opportunity to vent your anger? ?”

Jian Changsheng stood silently in front of the door, his eyes scanning the familiar faces around him one by one, as well as the disgusting housekeeper, and the sufferings of the past surged in his heart...

But in the end, he withdrew his gaze and spoke calmly,

"...No need, let the past go by. Little Jane is dead. In Jane's eternal future...they are nothing."

Nowadays, Jian Changsheng has already become the 6 of Spades of the Twilight Society, whose reputation has spread throughout the nine realms. A small Yan family, a short-sighted housekeeper, can no longer enter his eyes... Jian Changsheng no longer needs to lower his head to look down at this group of people. Ants.

Jian Changsheng turned around and left. His cold and calm eyes made everyone onlookers tremble and subconsciously moved out of the way for him.

When Sun Bumian saw this, he naturally didn't say anything more and just shrugged and followed.

The housekeeper on the steps saw that Jian Changsheng actually dared to leave, and there were so many people around who were watching the joke. He immediately became furious, and his shouts and curses echoed in the wind and snow:

"Okay... okay, okay, you dare to leave, right! Where do you think this is? This is Aurora City! Do you think you can leave??"

"I will let them break your legs and make you kneel in front of my door for three days and three nights!!"

"You are just like your father, a dog slave!"

Jian Changsheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

The fingertips under his sleeves flicked casually, and a thunder suddenly flashed across the sky!

The next moment, the head of the housekeeper who was yelling on the steps exploded like a firecracker, blood mixed with brains filled the door, and the harsh yelling suddenly stopped...

After a brief pause, a series of frightened cries sounded from behind.

Jian Changsheng did not stop.

The past turned into smoke behind him. He stared firmly at the void in front of him and spoke slowly:

"Let's go and save Red Heart."

"How's the situation over there at Hongxin?" Sun Bumian asked.

Jian Changsheng shook his head, his eyes a little complicated,

"I can't save him on my own... It's hell within hell."

…

The pale spotlight shone on Jian Changsheng's face,

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it... After a long time, he opened his eyes again, trying to face the dense scarlet pupils in the darkness with a calm state of mind.

"Are these your memories, Hongxin?" Jian Changsheng laughed miserably.

“What the hell is this all about??”

Ever since he opened his eyes, Jian Changsheng was on this mysterious stage. When he saw the audience in the dark for the first time, his scalp was so numb that he almost exploded...

Jian Changsheng tried to escape, but no matter which direction he went, he could not leave the stage, and those scarlet eyes would rotate with his movements, staring at him with a creepy and teasing gaze.

This feeling made Jian Changsheng feel like he was a mouse for people to play with, living in confusion in a glass box and feeling extremely psychologically oppressed.

Jian Changsheng was still next to the stage when he saw a mysterious bookshelf, which seemed to have several scripts on it. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not clearly see what was written on those scripts, nor could he take them off, as if they were locked. Average stay.

Finally, Jian Changsheng's eyes fell on the curtain.

Movie-like images flowed on it.

Jian Changsheng walked to the curtain and stared at everything in a daze...

He saw the dazzling light of the operating light shining above his head. Figures pushed someone back onto the bed and cut open his body bit by bit with a scalpel;

He saw shovels of wet soil blocking his vision and burying the bloody body bag;

He saw a wet and embarrassed figure in a narrow house, chewing the fragments of a boning knife alone;

He saw a pair of parents knocked their child unconscious with their own hands, took out an axe from the sack and chopped his head;

He saw a handsome boy in a costume standing in the house. As he gently blew out the candle, a gust of cold wind blew into the house. When he looked back suddenly, he had disappeared...

"This is..." Jian Changsheng stayed where he was.

Jian Changsheng saw Chen Ling rushing to the snow-covered wilderness, desperately digging the soil under him, tears mixed with sweat flowing on his cheeks... Deep sorrow emerged in his eyes.

Is this Chen Ling's past?

Jian Changsheng didn't know why Sun Bumian could appear directly in his memory, while he could only come to this inexplicable theater and see Chen Ling's past through the curtains... But he knew that if he wanted to redeem Chen Ling, he had to make up for his regrets.

"Damn... How can I get in to help him?"

Jian Changsheng punched the curtain in front of him, but it was like hitting a concrete wall, making a dull thumping sound, and he couldn't get in at all.