I'm not a drama god

boom!

The dripping flesh and blood shattered in the air, and the nightmarish red opera robe was mixed in the red rain, falling feebly on the waves of the sea of ​​blood.

Seeing this scene, the cardinal, who was as dry as a skeleton, stayed there for a few seconds, then collapsed to the ground weakly, staring at the sky with dull eyes, as if he had not yet come out of the shadow just now.

The red rain fell into pieces, and the world fell into deathly silence at this moment.

"...dead?" Meihua J saw this scene from a distance and frowned slightly.

"Not dead." Jian Changsheng shrugged calmly, "Just watch, he will be back in less than ten seconds."

"Everyone was killed in the explosion, can he still survive?"

"Do you understand the gold content of the 6 of hearts? Whether you die or live well, it's all just the effect of the show..."

Plum Blossom J looked into the distance suspiciously, as if waiting for something.

……

"That monster...is finally dead?"

"Who is he?"

"I don't know, but the two bishops of Jiangtian Sect seem to be very afraid of him... If it weren't for him, I'm afraid the ceremony would really attract 'Destruction'."

"So is he an enemy or a friend?"

"Everyone is dead, does it matter whether they are friends or foes?"

"..."

Several Fu Sheng Hui members who rushed to the scene rescued their companions who were still alive in a pool of blood. From the corner of their eyes, they glanced in the direction where Chen Ling exploded just now, with lingering fear.

"Sir, that bishop is still alive. Should he survive or be killed first?" A member of Fu Sheng Hui came to Yang Muquan and pointed at the angry cardinal in the distance and asked. There were already two of them at this moment. The Ukisei members moved closer.

"The scarlet master of ghosts mocking the abyss...the formless king who teases fate...the scarlet master of ghosts mocking the abyss...the shapeless king who teases fate..."

Even though Chen Ling was dead, the many shadow centipede cubs never stopped chanting. They still crawled respectfully in the pool of blood, and their voices were louder than before!

The shepherd dog was still frowning at the red opera robe. He was about to say something when his expression suddenly changed!

"Wait...let them come back!!"

The two Fushenge members who were walking there stopped at the same time and turned back in confusion.

call--

A breeze blew by, causing ripples to appear on the sea of ​​blood.

The red opera robe fluttered in the wind, and the broken flesh and blood on the ground seemed to be guided by some kind of guidance. It was swept under the opera robe from all directions, and the outline of human flesh and blood was vaguely outlined!

"This is……"

There was horror in everyone's eyes!

[Audience Expectation Value-50]

[Current expected value: 34%]

……

[Audience Expectation Value +3]

……

The cardinal did not see this.

He held his hands on the ground, climbed up from the pool of blood tremblingly, used up the last strength of his body, and walked towards the distance step by step...

Of course he knew that with his current state, he would never be able to leave here alive. With his current level of weakness, any member of the Fushenge could subdue him without using Shinto.

All he can do is to find a neat way to die for himself... In short, as long as he doesn't die in the hands of [mockery]!

The Jiangtian Sect lives in the gray world, and no one understands disasters and "destruction" better than they do. The Cardinal would rather be trampled to death by the [Xi] Disaster than become the [Mocking] Disaster. The dead souls at the hands of [Mockery]... Only a very few people in this world know that something more desperate than death will happen if someone dies at the hands of [Mockery] Disaster.

The cardinal knew very well that [Mockery] Disaster would never die so easily, so he had to kill himself as soon as possible...

before it re-stages.

The cardinal staggered for a few steps, and finally saw the boning knife lying in a pool of blood, and his eyes flashed with joy.

He immediately bent down to pick up the knife, grasped the handle with his skinny arms, pointed the blade at his throat, then took a deep breath and stabbed forward hard!

The next moment, a dead branch hit his Adam's apple and broke into two pieces.

The cardinal's pupils suddenly shrank!

"The scarlet master who mocks the abyss...the formless king who mocks fate...the ghost mocks the abyss..."

The chanting sounds echoed in the cardinal's ears.

Trembling all over, he turned his head with difficulty and saw a young man wearing a red opera robe, holding a boning knife, standing behind him like a ghost.

His body was too clean. There was no trace of blood on his hair, fingertips, skin, or hem of his opera robe. He was like a vermilion flower emerging from the mud but not stained, standing quietly in the wind and sighing...

"I'm sorry, I looked a little ugly when I was eating just now." The handsome young man smiled slightly.

"However, you still have a bit of fragrance on you...the last bit."

The boning knife danced on his fingertips, and the next moment, it pierced the cardinal's chest.

The cardinal's body shook violently!

In his extremely frightened eyes, scarlet blood flowed along the blade to the ground. He watched with his own eyes as the blade cut open his flesh and blood bit by bit, exposing his chest to the air.

A heart with the last breath of the Red Star remaining was beating silently.

A clean and slender hand penetrated the cardinal's chest, and then slowly stretched out. Deep red nectar dripped down his fingertips, and a fresh peach was already held in his hand.

Chen Ling took the peach and smiled at the cardinal.

"Are you eating? If you don't eat, I will..."

The cardinal stared blankly at this scene, his pale lips trembling slightly, unable to say a word.

Chen Ling put the tip of her nose in front of the peach and sniffed it gently. The plump peach should be overripe, exuding a faint fragrance that penetrated Chen Ling's nose.

He opened his lips, and with a slight suction, the peach turned into a faint red mist and entered the corner of his mouth, and was swallowed by him.

Intoxication appeared in Chen Ling's eyes again, and he licked his lips unconsciously. I wonder if it was because of the peach, but his lips became increasingly bright red, as if they were coated with a layer of rouge, giving them a fatal beauty.

The cardinal opened his mouth, but could only let out a horrified whine. After staggering back two steps, he fell stiffly into a pool of blood, no longer breathing.

"Thank you for the hospitality." Chen Ling said with a smile.

Wuwuwu——

The sighing wind blew through the sea of ​​​​blood. Everyone around saw this scene with their own eyes and stayed in place like sculptures.

Even Jian Changsheng was shocked by the scene of Chen Ling eating peaches just now. He trembled and wanted to say something, but he lowered his head and retched!

In this suffocating silence, a crisp sound sounded from a distance.

"Clap clap clap..."

Many shadow centipede cubs were lying on the ground, kneeling in the direction of the red opera robe, as if they were worshiping their "king"... And among them, a girl in full dress was smiling and flapping her hands. The white hands are like an audience watching a gorgeous performance, applauding without hesitation!

The sighing wind drowned the audience's horror,

The opera robe smiles in the silent sea of ​​blood,

Disaster is worshiping,

The female believers were cheering.