I'm not a drama god

Factory area, warehouse.

Jian Changsheng and the other two sat in silence in a dark corner. They all lowered their heads. The atmosphere was silent and depressing.

This was the Rat Gang's temporary shelter in the factory. After they separated from Chen Ling, they went straight back here. Besides them, members of the Rat Gang and the Human Rights Union were also here, but there was no longer the light in their eyes.

"...No one is talking anymore?" Jian Changsheng gritted his teeth and took the initiative to break the silence.

"Chen Ling was captured by that bastard Silver King again. His life or death is uncertain. Are we just going to sit here and do nothing?"

"What else can you do?" Sun Bumian extinguished his fantasy. "Rush out now to duel with the Silver King? Not to mention the Silver King, Wuji Jun, and those judges... Can all of us defeat a Thief Saint?"

Jian Changsheng opened his mouth but was unable to refute, his face looking extremely ugly.

"The Silver King... is too strong." Wu Duo shrank aside, the nearly omnipotent figure of the Silver King flashed through his mind, and his lips pursed slightly, "He masters all the paths of the God of Thieves and can steal almost everything. Such an existence... is impossible to be defeated."

As soon as these words were spoken, the gloom in everyone's eyes became heavier, and deep despair enveloped everyone's heart.

Neither the Rat Party nor the Human Rights Union had ever seen the true strength of the Silver King before. Only now did they realize what kind of existence they were trying to fight against.

Sun Bumian sensed the change in everyone's mood, and after hesitating for a moment, he spoke:

"The Silver King is indeed very strong, but he is still far from being invincible... All ninth-order demigods can achieve a certain conceptual 'invincibility'. In our opinion, the Silver King is invincible only because we are not ninth-order."

"Matter, spirit, space, Shinto... He can steal almost everything. What other concept can kill him?"

"I do not know either."

Sun Bumian shrugged, "But there must be someone in this world who can do it."

Sun Bumian poured cold water on Jian Changsheng in order to make him face the reality and not be impulsive; he was certain that someone could kill the Silver King in order to give everyone a glimmer of hope rather than completely despair... But now it seems that his encouragement did not have any effect on the people present, and the atmosphere was still depressed.

Behind his small round sunglasses, Sun Bumian glanced at everyone, propped up his chin with one hand, and sighed deeply in his heart...

These young people... are so difficult to lead.

Just as Sun Bumian was scratching his head, wondering how to restore morale, a figure hurried into the warehouse.

"How is it? Any news?" Jian Changsheng suddenly stood up from the ground.

"...Yes." The man paused for a moment, "The Baiyin government sent a message...about Chen Ling."

Hearing the name Chen Ling, the three of them were moved, and Jian Changsheng immediately asked:

"what news??"

“The Silver Government said that… the Fusioner Chen Ling was a chess piece planted among humans by the World-Destroying Disaster. He destroyed the realm, assassinated Lord Aurora, and almost destroyed the Red Dust Realm… His crimes were extremely heinous.

So, they announced that in three days..."

The man hesitated for a moment, but still didn't say anything.

"Three days later! What for?" Jian Changsheng grabbed his collar, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Three days later... he will be executed in public."

Jian Changsheng and the other two turned pale instantly, as if they were struck by lightning!

……

Da da da……

In the dark and devastated corridor, Ying Fu walked slowly forward on the broken marble floor.

The haze shrouding the sky above the Wuji Realm filled the window, giving people a suffocating feeling of oppression... Yingfu calmly looked at the church that had undergone tremendous changes, with no expression on his face.

Ying Fu had not entered the church for a long time. Even in the eyes of the Fire Usurpers, they had almost forgotten this person...

Compared with Chen Ling who could easily overthrow Wuji, Yingfu was so low-key that he seemed like a shadow that no one cared about.

Yingfu walked through the long corridor and passed a door with a crack.

He glanced behind the door from the corner of his eye, and saw Lou Yu, who was wearing a black robe, between the dim benches. He seemed to have noticed something, raised his head slightly, and looked at him.

Their eyes met for a moment, and then looked away at the same time, as if they had never seen each other at all.

Ying Fu did not stop at his door, but walked straight to the confessional deeper in the room.

He pushed open the door of the confessional.

As the heavy door creaked shut, Yingfu's eyes were gradually swallowed by the shadows. Dim light streamed through the glazed windows, making the scarlet figure on the cross look eerie...

Hearing someone coming in, Chen Ling, who had always kept his head down, slightly raised his eyes.

After seeing that the person coming was Ying Fu, he seemed to lose interest again.

"……It's you."

Ying Fu stopped in front of the cross.

He looked at Chen Ling who was nailed to the cross, and after a while he slowly spoke:

"You won't pretend this time?"

"Did you see that I was pretending before?" Chen Ling asked back.

"...No." Ying Fu paused for a moment, "But my intuition tells me that you are not so easy to be manipulated... After all, you are also an [Emperor]."

Chen Ling sneered.

"You have been keeping a low profile in the Wuji Realm for so long, but now you come out to meet a 'dangerous person' like me... Aren't you afraid of arousing the suspicion of the Silver King?"

"The Silver King has left Wuji."

"What is he going to do?"

"I don't know, but it should be related to Lou Yu."

Hearing this, Chen Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he had thought of something.

"...It doesn't matter. Anyway, I'm just a dying man." Chen Ling said calmly, "Go away. You can't get any useful information from me."

"I'm not asking you for information."

"Then what are you doing?"

"In the Imperial Ancient Treasures, you gave me and A Qian a chance to survive... This time, I'm here to repay your favor."

Chen Ling was stunned for a moment, then chuckled: "How are you going to repay the favor? Let me go now? Not to mention that my limbs have been controlled by the Silver King, and there are four Judgment Agents guarding outside this church... Even if you let me go, I still can't leave.

And once the Silver King senses something, he will be able to come back in an instant, and then neither you nor I will be able to escape."

"No, I'm not going to let you go..." Ying Fu paused for a moment, "I'm here to tell you how to kill the Silver King."

The smile on Chen Ling's lips gradually faded. He frowned and stared at Ying Fu, as if he was facing an unfathomable iceberg lurking beneath the sea.

"What method?" Chen Ling asked.

Ying Fu raised his hand, pointed at Chen Ling who was nailed to the cross, and slowly uttered two words:

"Alive."