I'm not a drama god

The infinite realm.

Amid the ruins of the street, several figures were moving quickly.

"Why are there still disasters?" Jian Changsheng watched the disasters fighting with the Judgment Agents from afar, and couldn't help but ask, "Hongxin, they are not coming to find you too, are they?"

"Probably not. I have no connection with disasters."

Chen Ling shook her head.

"Looking at their appearance, they don't seem to be pure disasters... They are most likely members of the fusion faction." Sun Bumian seemed to be thinking about something.

"Fusion faction?" Jian Changsheng thought for a moment. "I've met people from the Dusk Society, the Fire Usurper, and the Crimson Sky Sect, but I haven't really come across people from the Fusion faction... Is this organization really still alive?"

"Alive." Han Meng, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

"Two years ago, there were traces of the Fusion Faction around the Aurora Realm. They seemed to be conducting some kind of experiment around the Forbidden Sea...but they were too low-key, and most of their activities were in the Gray Realm, so there was little information about them in the human realm."

"I don't know the fusion faction either, so they probably aren't coming for me..." Chen Ling said at the end, adding "right?" uncertainly.

"You've got enough face, Heart."

Jian Changsheng began to count on his fingers, "The Red King ordered four [K] to deliver the letter, all members of the Dusk Society were dispatched, as well as Chief Han Meng, and the girl on the GPS route... Hmm? Where is she?"

It was not until this time that Jian Changsheng seemed to remember something and looked around blankly.

"Who?"

"That girl from the Red Dust Realm...what's her name...Liu Qingyan?" Jian Changsheng scratched his head. "She led us to your location, but after we rescued you, she seemed to have disappeared?"

A girl in a black dress suddenly appeared in Chen Ling's mind, and she felt a little surprised.

She is here too?

Liu Qingyan's path seemed to be able to find her position. It was not surprising that she could find Chen Ling...but since she was here, why did she hide from him? Liu Qingyan's rank was not high, and the Wuji Realm was so dangerous now. She was running around alone, hoping not to encounter any trouble.

Just as Chen Ling was worried, Sun Bumian's voice rang out:

"Red Heart, where are we going now?"

"Go find someone."

"Who?"

"The person whose memory was replaced."

Chen Ling looked down at the illusory revolver in his hand and answered calmly.

This is the ability that the Silver King used to exchange his life with Fang Liangye, and it is also the ability used to control the four judgement agents, [Yesterday's Revolver].

When the wheel of the revolver starts to spin, "the past of yesterday" is randomly disrupted like a bullet in the wheel. Only the person who pulls the trigger knows whose "yesterday" will replace whose "life". This is the terrifying effect of the eighth-level skill of the [Borrow the Moon] path...

Exchange lives.

Since the [Borrowed Moon] path is monopolized by the Silver King, he is the only person in the world who controls this ability. It is also with this ability that he firmly controls the four human geniuses in his palm...

And now, the second person in the world who possesses "Yesterday's Revolver" has appeared.

But if one wants to use [Yesterday's Revolver] to exchange back the lives of the four judgement agents, one must first find where their original "yesterday" was replaced. This is undoubtedly a difficult task in the current chaotic Wuji Realm.

"Want to go to the church dungeon? It should be destroyed, right?"

"The Fire Usurper may have taken advantage of the chaos to move the four people away... It won't be easy to find them."

"Should we split up and look for it?"

"No, it's too dangerous to search separately now..."

Just as Chen Ling and the other three were discussing in deep voices, Han Meng, who had been walking forward in silence, suddenly seemed to have noticed something and reached out to stop Chen Ling and the others...

He stared at the street ahead as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

Hazy smoke was floating in the air, and three figures were walking slowly towards here.

One of them was wearing low-key black clothes, carrying luggage, following behind; the other one was holding the hand of a petite girl, with brows like swords and eyes like deep waters... The moment they appeared, Chen Ling's brows were tightly furrowed.

"Ying Fu...?"

Han Meng, Jian Changsheng, Sun Bumian and Jiang Xiaohua all entered a state of alert at the same time, with their divine power and mental strength ready to go.

"Why do we run into this unlucky guy at this time?" Jian Changsheng muttered, "If the two of them fight, we will suffer..."

Mo Lian himself is a thief saint, and after subduing him as his subject, Ying Fu himself also reached the seventh level... As for Chen Ling's side, except for Han Meng who is at the seventh level, the ranks of the others are not high, and together they are no match for a thief saint.

"So what if they have two level sevens?" Han Meng replied calmly, "If they want to fight, I can fight them all by myself."

Han Meng's tone was filled with calm and absolute confidence... This made Jian Changsheng couldn't help but look at him twice more, feeling a little envious and a little helpless.

"What? Are you going to help the Silver King kill me?" Chen Ling looked at Ying Fu and spoke with a frown.

"If I wanted to help the Silver King, you would have died a few days ago." Ying Fu said calmly, "I came here this time to give you a gift..."

"Gift?"

Chen Ling was stunned. He never expected that Ying Fu would give him a gift at this time.

Ying Fu gave a look, and Mo Lian behind him raised his hand and four figures walked out from behind him one after another. They all looked extremely disheveled, with traces of shackles still remaining on their bodies. Only their eyes were as bright and clear as stars in the dark night.

Seeing these four people, Chen Ling immediately seemed to think of something, "This is..."

"You were able to exchange memories with Fang Liangye, which means you have a way to fight against the Silver King's ability... and these four people are the key to carrying the memories of the four Judgment Agents."

Chen Ling glanced at the four people and asked in confusion:

"Why are you helping me?"

"I never owe anyone a favor."

The four people had been sent there, and Ying Fu didn't want to say anything more to Chen Ling. He took Ah Qian's hand and turned to walk out of the Wuji Realm.

"I'll give you these four men as a reward for helping me out. From now on, you and I are completely even...

The next time we meet, you and I will be mortal enemies."

The cold light in Ying Fu's eyes swept over the people around Chen Ling. Although there was only Mo Lian beside him now, as long as he wanted, he could still suppress Chen Ling here, or even find a chance to kill him... But Ying Fu did not intend to do so.

The battle between the two kings is inevitable, but the time is definitely not now.

Ying Fu's back gradually faded away at the end of the street. The three of them completely left the Wuji Realm and entered the Gray Realm. No one knew where they were going, but Chen Ling knew very well that Ying Fu's words "next time we meet we will be mortal enemies" were not just talk...

Chen Ling's gaze moved away from the distance and fell on the four people in front of him again.

"Now... things are simple."