The guy who followed?
Jiang Xiaoling was puzzled, but Painted Skin Mister clearly didn't want to explain anything. Instead, he manipulated the strange threads, and a huge transparent jellyfish enveloped him completely, which made Jiang Xiaoling stare in astonishment.
He had already seen the transparent jellyfish, and what surprised him was that the other party didn't seem to be planning to take him along this time?
What does this mean?
Are you going to abandon him?
"Kid, good luck." The Painted Skin gave him one last look before slowly disappearing into the jellyfish.
"Hey, don't you want to know?"
"You know that memories are lost upon death," the Painted Skin chuckled. "If I stay here any longer, I'll definitely die anyway, so whether I know that or not isn't so important."
Jiang Xiaoling: "."
Just as I was about to ask another question, I noticed that the door to the room had been opened.
Jiang Xiaoling felt she probably couldn't catch up. The fact that this cruel old man was so afraid suggested that Chen Qing and his so-called backers were likely not benevolent people.
Without hesitation, Jiang Xiaoling also ran out of the house and headed towards her home.
Less than fifteen minutes after the two left, Chen Qing followed the trail into the house.
"They parted ways?" The moment Chen Qing entered the room, she could tell from their scent what they had just done, and immediately laughed, "That guy's pretty decisive."
"What do you mean?" Ao Zhen asked doubtfully from behind.
"I suspect that Painted Skin Mister in White Cloud City was an accident. He was only able to find the Summoner so quickly because he was lucky enough to be nearby. Hiding in this residential alley, he probably has many informants, so when he realized I was tracking him, he immediately abandoned the Summoner, clearly wanting me to give up the pursuit."
"Is he afraid of you?" Ao Zhen, frowning.
"No, he must be afraid of someone else." Chen Qing looked back quietly, but there was nothing behind him. He couldn't sense anything either, but Chen Qing was certain that the guy was not far away from him!
Once I find the summoner, that will probably be the time when the two of them truly clash.
"Let's go." Chen Qing didn't say much and continued to follow the scent. He had mastered the excellent tracking skills of the scouts in his faction, and after leaving the house, he determined that the summoner was a child of no more than five or six years old.
As for Painted Skin Mister, there was no trace of him whatsoever.
If it weren't for the Dragon Breath Spell, I shouldn't have been able to track him down from the beginning. That Painted Skin Mister isn't someone who's good at counter-tracking, otherwise he wouldn't have been so relentlessly pursued by the Ghost Child.
Clearly, that guy possessed something that could erase his traces to a great extent, making him extremely difficult to track. If I didn't have the Dragon Breath Spell, he might have been able to escape with the summoner in the chaos.
The King of Qin arrived before me, but didn't come to find the summoner. Perhaps besides wanting to scheme against me, he was also unable to find him?
What exactly does Painted Skin Mister possess?
Chen Qing shook his head, no longer dwelling on it. He didn't want to provoke that guy at this time. Finding the summoner and learning what he wanted to know was the most important thing right now.
Children have limited physical strength, and the other party was clearly a normal child in terms of physical ability. Chen Qing found the other party in less than a quarter of an hour.
It was the entrance to a mansion. There stood a disheveled five-year-old boy, staring blankly at the roof beam. Chen Qing followed his gaze and saw several skinned corpses, their deaths gruesome. It seemed the boy had some connection to them.
"Be careful," Chen Qing gestured to Ao Zhen, then slowly walked over.
Ao Zhen tensed up, looking around. She knew that the more this was the case, the more likely the guy in the shadows that Chen Qing had mentioned would make a move.
"Who is this dead person to you?"
"My father, and some loyal servants," Jiang Xiaoling said, looking up.
Chen Qing glanced at the other person with slight surprise. This child was Reincarnator, but when he called the native "father," it didn't sound out of place at all; it seemed to be genuine.
"Are you Chen Qing?" Jiang Xiaoling turned around and looked at Chen Qing.
"I am Chen Qing." Chen Qing looked at the other person. "You know me?"
" Painted Skin Mister says it's you who's been tracking him."
"I'm not very interested in him," Chen Qing shook her head.
"He killed thousands of people just to set up his own spies in that alley."
"If I were to manage everything like this, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to handle it all," Chen Qing said with a smile.
"Since you don't despise him because he killed someone, I want to know why he's so afraid of you?" Jiang Xiaoling looked at Chen Qing: "As fellow Corrector, have you fallen out internally?"
The Corrector?
Chen Qing narrowed his eyes and instantly understood what the other party meant. The Corrector" they were referring to were probably the development team, the last batch of players to have traveled to this world.
This name sounds interesting. Is it because the world is unreasonable that it needs to be corrected?
My guess was right. This world, with so many transmigrators constantly arriving, definitely has a problem.
This time travel was man-made!
At this moment, Chen Qing became even more puzzled. What kind of power could allow an ordinary person to travel to a game world they originally belonged to?
What is the purpose of doing this? What are the benefits?
According to Heavenly Secrets, the first batch of players had almost completely mastered the world and the ancient power, making them practically the true rulers of this world.
Why should this result be corrected?
Is it unreasonable for them, as players, to rule this world?
Needs correction?
That shouldn't be the case.
"There are some internal problems." Chen Qing thought for a moment, then continued, "Our group has had a bad start. Many of us have already gone through several Samsara since arriving in this world, our memories are extremely incomplete, and our thoughts have become extreme due to our demonic nature, which naturally leads to conflicts."
"Really?" Jiang Xiaoling turned to look at Chen Qing: "Then how much do you remember?"
This kid isn't easy to fool.
Chen Qing pursed her lips slightly, thought for a moment, and said, "I don't remember much; I've forgotten a lot of things."
"But you remember Divine Path Style?" Jiang Xiaoling frowned. "You shouldn't know about Divine Path Style."
Chen Qing: "!!"
Not many people know the name Divine Path Style, this guy.
"I don't know what happened, but I just remember it," Chen Qing suppressed his surprise and continued to probe, "This thing has always been engraved in my mind, so I studied hard since I was a child and obtained a proper official position as a local governor through the imperial examinations, thus entering the threshold of the Divine Path Style."
"That's really strange." Jiang Xiaoling still looked at Chen Qing with suspicion. " The Divine Path Style was clearly discovered after your group of Corrector went in, how did you know about it?"
Discovery, intelligence?
Chen Qing was puzzled. What did they mean by "information they only discovered after they came in"? Divine Path Style was a patch, and the entire Development Team was involved. What did they mean by "information they only discovered after they came in"?
What on earth is this guy saying?
Before Chen Qing could ask any questions, the other person spoke first, "Do you remember what your number is?"
Chen Qing shook his head
Do you remember your name in the real world?
Chen Qing hesitated for a moment, but finally answered honestly, " Pu Yunchuan!"
"What did you say?" Jiang Xiaoling turned around abruptly. " Pu Yunchuan? Are you kidding me? Where did this Pu Yunchuan come from?"
Chen Qing: "."
Sorry for posting so late.