Ding Ling had never expected to encounter Uncle Nine in this Chessboard World.
What surprised him most was that in many worlds, the forms and appearances of the generals and commanders were actually completely different from their cinematic incarnations.
Only Uncle Nine was an exception. Ding Ling could not explain why.
That did not stop him from recognizing Uncle Nine and decisively choosing to severely injure his opponent, Mr. Vampire.
The zombie had been beaten half to death and lay on the ground, unable to move.
Uncle Nine was utterly horrified. Old Master Ren, who had fought him for millions upon millions of years without dying, had been instantly defeated by a single move from a young man. To make matters worse, that young man had ten thumb-sized people in his hands.
One of the thumb-sized girls had even cast a spell on him! Yet he had been completely unable to avoid it—not even the spell of a single thumb-sized girl. What would happen if the owner of those thumbs took action?
Uncle Nine could no longer imagine it.
He stood stiffly in place without trying to flee or attack. Wisely, he chose to remain silent, allowing Ding Yanrong and Ding Ling to do as they pleased. He knew that if Ding Ling had wanted to kill him, he would have died long ago. Since that was the case, he might as well see what Ding Ling intended to do.
After Ding Yanrong finished exorcising the demon,
Uncle Nine felt much more at ease, but he still could not remember many of his past memories. Instead, the various events from his mortal life millions upon millions of years ago remained vivid.
Ding Ling asked him who he was.
He said:
"The world calls me Uncle Nine."
"Can you tell me