I'm not a drama god

Xiao Jian was stunned.

He was just an ordinary servant, an ant who no one would care if he died in Aurora City...but now, a man appeared in front of everyone and propped up his back which had been hunched over for more than ten years.

Xiao Jian didn't know him, nor did he know what the Six of Spades was, but the moment Sun Bumian said this, it seemed as if something deep in his mind was about to awaken, and an unprecedented strong emotion spread in his heart!

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

"I am Sun Bumian."

Sun Bumian felt the shock from this memory and knew that the time had come. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the thread of Jian Changsheng's memory in the void. He held it tightly in his hand... He spoke lightly,

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

Then, pull hard!

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

Jian Changsheng's confused eyes gradually regained clarity, and his entire temperament began to change. His humble spine gradually straightened up. Just as Sun Bumian had just said, he raised his head and glanced around calmly...

His expression was somewhat complicated.

"Is it this memory..."

At the same time, the bodyguards of the Star Chamber of Commerce and the surrounding law enforcement officers quickly rushed here. The butler with blood on his nose staggered to his feet. With the support of those people, he was obviously more confident.

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

"Xiao Jian!! Why aren't you coming back yet?!!"

"Do you really think that our Yan family can't deal with you? You are just a dog slave. Without the protection of our Yan family, you are nothing!!"

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 never thought that you had such a miserable life before." Sun Bumian didn't even look at the housekeeper. He held the beads in his hand and said to Jian Changsheng leisurely, "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 gate, his eyes sweeping over the familiar faces around him and the disgusting housekeeper one by one, the sufferings of the past surging in his heart...

But in the end, he still retracted his gaze and spoke calmly,

"...No need, let the past be the past. Xiao Jian is already dead. In the future where Jian lives forever...they are nothing."

Today, Jian Changsheng is the Spade 6 of the Dusk Society, whose reputation has spread throughout the nine realms. A small Yan family and a short-sighted housekeeper are no longer in his eyes... Jian Changsheng no longer needs to bow his head and look down on this group of ants.

Jian Changsheng turned and left. His cold and calm eyes made the onlookers' hearts tremble, and they subconsciously made way for him.

Seeing this, Sun Bumian naturally didn't say much. He shrugged and followed.

The butler on the steps saw that Jian Changsheng actually dared to leave, and there were so many people around watching him laugh at him. He immediately flew into a rage, and his 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 get away?"

"I'll have them break your legs and make you kneel at my door for three days and three nights!!"

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

Jian Changsheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

He flicked his fingertips casually under his sleeves, and a thunder suddenly streaked across the sky!

The next moment, the head of the butler who was cursing on the steps exploded like a firecracker, and blood mixed with brain matter covered the door. The harsh cursing stopped abruptly...

After a brief pause, bursts of screams of fear rang out from behind.

Jian Changsheng did not stop.

The past vanished into thin air behind him. He stared firmly at the nothingness ahead and spoke slowly:

"Come on, let's go save Red Heart."

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

Jian Changsheng shook his head, his eyes were somewhat complicated.

"I alone can't save him...it's a hell within a hell."

……

The pale spotlight shone on Jian Changsheng's face.

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

"Is this your memory, Red Heart?" Jian Changsheng laughed bitterly.

"What the hell is this??"

Since he opened his eyes, Jian Changsheng has been on this mysterious stage. When he first saw the audience in the dark, his scalp tingled and he almost wanted to explode...

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

This feeling made Jian Changsheng feel like a mouse played by others, living in confusion in a glass box, feeling extremely psychologically oppressed.

Jian Changsheng also saw a mysterious bookshelf next to the stage. There seemed to be several scripts on it, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not see what was written on the scripts, nor could he take them down. It was as if they were locked.

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

Movie-like images flow on it.

Jian Changsheng walked to the curtain and stared at all this...

He saw the glaring light of the surgical lights shining overhead, as figures pushed someone back onto the bed and used scalpels to cut open his body bit by bit;

He saw shovelfuls of wet dirt obscuring his vision, covering up the blood-soaked body bags;

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

He saw a pair of parents knock out their child with their own hands, then took out an axe from a sack and chopped off his head;

He saw a handsome young man in a costume standing in the room. As he blew out the candle, a gust of cold wind blew into the room. When he looked back, he had disappeared...

"This is..." Jian Changsheng stood there.

Jian Changsheng saw Chen Ling rushing onto the snow-covered wilderness, desperately digging up the soil beneath him, tears mixed with sweat flowing down his cheeks... A deep sadness 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 am I supposed to get in and help him??"

Jian Changsheng knocked on the curtain in front of him with his fists, but it was like hitting a concrete wall, making a dull thud, and he couldn't get in at all.