877: Chapter 866: Ning Fan Got Married?
877: Chapter 866: Ning Fan Got Married?
There was nothing.
The Shadow Base he had painstakingly built was gone, replaced only by a chemical plant nearby.
Ning Fan had no recollection of a chemical plant existing in this place.
Leaning against a tree, Ning Fan covered his face, his expression tinged with pain.
The things that were happening now made it impossible for Ning Fan to continue thinking.
His head felt like it was about to split open, and the waves of sharp pain rendered him incapable of calm reasoning.
“Hurry up and remember!
What the hell happened, dammit!”
Ning Fan began to recall past events, but at this moment, he made a terrifying discovery—his old memories were starting to blur, and even some memories that shouldn’t belong to him started appearing in his mind.
What was that?
Did he really experience those things?
Impossible.
There was no recollection at all.
Had he really done those things?
Which one was real, and which was an illusion?
The chaotic memories made Ning Fan unable to distinguish reality from fiction.
Whether it was the memory of this world or the clearer memories of the past, none of it felt fabricated.
“Has the world gone mad, or have I?
Am I just dreaming all this?!”
A fragment of a memory replayed in his mind—he was still Asura.
But this Asura was nothing more than a mere mercenary who, after returning to Huaxia, went to work under Huo Qiuran.
So many things had happened.
Those memories felt incomparably real to Ning Fan.
But were they truly real?
Which one was the dream!
Ning Fan’s expression became hideously twisted.
At this moment, he truly couldn’t distinguish what was real anymore.
Could it really be that he’d gone insane?
Split personality?
Or perhaps he had been dreaming for a very long time and was only now waking up?
He could not fathom whether the world was playing a joke on him, or whether it was he who had finally awakened from a dream, or worse yet—had he plunged into another new dream…
It felt like molten lava had been poured into his brain.
Ning Fan’s mind shut down, and he collapsed to the ground.
…
He had no idea how much time had passed.
The dampness on his face brought Ning Fan back to consciousness.
Someone was whispering in his ear, but who it was, he couldn’t tell.
He instinctively tried to reach out to embrace that person.
But when he opened his eyes, he realized it was just a stray dog licking his face.
Lying on the soft soil, Ning Fan looked up at the sky, lost in confusion.
“Who am I?”
“Ning Fan?
Asura?
Master Jiu?”
“They’re all still here, but the identities are different… Have I gone insane?”
Ning Fan muttered to himself, mocking himself as he got up from the ground.
He glanced at the darkening sky, his eyes full of bewilderment.
Looking toward the city, he wondered, was his home really there?
Unconsciously, his body began moving of its own accord.
Even Ning Fan himself had no idea where he was going…
Amidst the bustling city streets, a lost figure wandered aimlessly, as though he had lost his soul.
“Ning Fan, is that you?”
Someone called out to him.
Ning Fan looked over to see a beautiful woman with a familiar smile on her face—it was Lan Kexin.
What was she doing here?
“I heard you got married.
Congratulations.
I’m sorry I couldn’t attend your wedding; I was on a business trip recently.”
“Enough!
Don’t say another word!”
Ning Fan clutched his ears and roared at Lan Kexin, his bloodshot eyes exuding a savage aura that stunned the woman before him.
“Ning Fan?”
Lan Kexin stared at Ning Fan in shock, her gaze filled with fear and confusion.
She couldn’t understand what was wrong with Ning Fan.
He seemed to have suddenly turned into a completely different person.
But her look only made Ning Fan feel more pained.
Could it be that he really had gone mad?!
Ning Fan could no longer endure it.
He turned and sprinted away, not knowing where he wanted to escape to…
“Ning Fan, wait!”
Lan Kexin’s voice grew fainter behind him, until Ning Fan could no longer feel her presence at all.
“Aaaaaaah!”
As if to vent everything, Ning Fan screamed loudly.
He ran and ran, until he had no idea where he had ended up.
“Hey, hey, hey, kid, you’re being a bit too noisy!”
A group of thugs approached, eyeing Ning Fan with malicious intent.
Noticing Ning Fan’s decent clothes, they took him for someone wealthy and planned to extort him.
But Ning Fan wasn’t calm at the moment.
He turned to look at them, his gaze causing the thugs to freeze in fright.
“You?!”
The thugs stared at Ning Fan in horror, instinctively swallowing hard.
“Don’t come near me…”
Ning Fan warned them, his chilling tone making their blood run cold.
But his contemptuous words only angered the thugs.
Ning Fan didn’t hear what they were saying.
All he heard was vague cursing, and in the blurry vision before him, he could only see them charge at him.
And then, he laughed.
Screams reverberated through the night for half an hour.
After reducing the thugs to battered, unrecognizable shapes, Ning Fan finally regained his senses.
“Damn it!”
His expression twisted hideously.
His blood-soaked hands offered a temporary outlet for his frustration, but he still couldn’t calm down.
Looking at the semi-conscious, heavily battered thugs on the ground, his eyes were devoid of any pity; all that remained was confusion.
“Go back…”
He wasn’t sure if he had said it himself or if someone else had.
That voice, laced with magic power, moved Ning Fan once again.
He turned and began walking home.
But that so-called home had already become unbearably unfamiliar.
Standing outside the door, Ning Fan didn’t knock.
He stared at the door with trepidation, hesitating whether to go in.
“Forget it…”
The place felt terrifyingly foreign to him.
He wasn’t prepared to go in and decided to turn and leave.
This time, Ning Fan chose to avoid it.
But just as he made that choice, the door behind him opened, and an all-too-familiar voice sounded from behind.
“Ning Fan, you’re finally back!”
It was Xu Ruolan’s voice.
She sounded relieved, probably worried that Ning Fan had been in trouble while he was gone too long.
Hearing her voice, Ning Fan chuckled bitterly to himself.
At that moment, he recalled the memories of marrying her.
Did this really mean it was all just a dream?
Or would he remain trapped inside this dream forever?
“Where were you going?
Come in already!”
Without turning around, Ning Fan’s eyes filled with complexity.
Only when Xu Ruolan stretched out her hand and pulled him in did he enter.
In the living room, Xu Xiaoqing let out a sigh of relief upon hearing Ning Fan’s return.
Yet when he appeared, she masked her concern with an angry front.
“Hmph, you still remember to come back?
Who’s going to deal with this mess?!”