I'm not a drama god

Chen Ling narrowed her eyes slightly:

“Now, wherever Tu Tian, ​​who has obtained the ‘privilege’, goes, that place will become the center of the storm.

But no matter how they fight, they are destined to gain nothing... The final beneficiary can only be me."

Chen Ling spread out his palm, and a crystal clear bead was lying in his palm, emitting an intoxicating glow.

When Jian Changsheng saw the bead, his eyes suddenly widened!

"If anyone wants to talk about evil-mindedness, it's you!" Jian Changsheng stretched out his hand, "Can you lend it to me?"

"No loan."

"So stingy?!"

"I can't take it back if I give it to you."

"Didn't you say that you were not interested in [Tongtian Xingwei]? You may not be interested, but I am! If you give it to me, you are helping those in need!" Jian Changsheng said sternly.

Chen Ling looked at him with disdain, "I got this by my own ability, and you want to take it away without giving me any benefits?"

"Then...then what do you want?"

Jian Changsheng searched his body from head to toe. Except for a few coins here and there, his pockets were emptier than his face. He could only look at Chen Ling helplessly, "I don't have any money, but I have my life... How about I let you chop a few times to liven things up?"

Chen Ling:......

Chen Ling was too lazy to pay attention to him, rolled his eyes and was about to leave.

At this moment, his peripheral vision seemed to catch a glimpse of something, and he suddenly stopped... and walked towards some ruins.

He pushed aside the piled up rubble and stones, and underneath was a beggar covered in blood. He had been stabbed several times, his face was pale, and his eyes were closed, as if he had been dead for a long time.

"What's wrong with this guy?" Jian Changsheng walked over and asked puzzledly.

"……wrong."

Chen Ling narrowed her eyes slightly, and in those meticulous pupils, she could vaguely see that one of the man's blood vessels was still beating imperceptibly, and when the two people came closer, the beating obviously quickened.

"Playing dead?"

Chen Ling was somewhat surprised. This was the first time he had seen such a brilliant way of pretending to be dead. Even Pu Xiachan and the others had not noticed that he was still alive. If Chen Ling did not have the [Secret Eyes], he would have been fooled as well...

It seems that Li Shengmen’s plan just now, as well as the conspiracy between Chen Ling and Jian Changsheng, were all heard by him!

The beggar's heart beat faster when his trick of pretending to be dead was exposed.

He simply gave up pretending, his tightly closed eyelids trembled slightly before opening, the blood in his body began to flow again, he fell to the ground, looked at Chen Ling and the others, and opened his mouth hoarsely:

"Well... my two heroes, I didn't hear anything just now..."

The muzzle of a black gun was pressed against his forehead.

boom--! !

There was a flash of gunfire, and Chen Ling pulled the trigger expressionlessly, and with a loud bang, he directly smashed the head of the Seven of Hearts.

Be straightforward and decisive, and don't give him any chance to survive.

After a shot in the head, scarlet blood and head fragments splattered all over the ground. The Seven of Hearts, who had pretended to be dead until now, was now completely dead.

"A cunning stranger." Jian Changsheng sighed, "Luckily we are smart, otherwise we would have been fooled by him!"

"? What does it have to do with you?"

Chen Ling rolled his eyes and took back the gun.

Then he took out the list of referees from his pocket, scanned the names on it, and quickly locked onto the beggar's face.

"Hmm... a folk expert, fourth level, called Jin Fugui... Hmm?"

"Jin Fugui? Isn't that the name of the person who just went out?" Jian Changsheng was a little confused.

"It seems that the person's name is an imposter... Yes, I found out that the person's real name just now is not this."

"Impersonation! How despicable..." Jian Changsheng said halfway, as if realizing something, and smiled awkwardly, "Well... hehehe... too tragic."

Chen Ling didn't bother to pay attention to him. He just rubbed his chin silently, as if thinking about something.

"This style of work always feels somewhat familiar..."

"What's familiar or unfamiliar?" Jian Changsheng changed the subject again with a guilty conscience, "Let's go!"

Chen Ling nodded slightly, took out the intercom as she walked, and said in the referee's voice:

"It's over here in the Dark Palace. You can send someone over to collect the bodies..."

"..."

"In the end, Tu Tian got the [privilege], and three people survived. They have all left now."

"..."

"I didn't expect the casualties to be so heavy... Perhaps it was due to their internal strife?"

"..."

The two walked into the passage one after the other and disappeared without a trace... Only the Seven of Hearts stared at the direction where the two men left with his eyes wide open, as if he had viciously memorized their faces.

……

I do not know how long it has been.

A ghostly figure floated out from behind the silent wall and landed on the ground lightly as if it had no weight.

He lowered his eyes and stared in the direction where Chen Ling and the other person left. His pale cheeks were bloodless, like a corpse crawling out of a grave. Only a dot of cinnabar red between his eyebrows looked weird and mysterious.

"The play god disguised as a referee... is really exciting."

A peaceful voice sounded from within him, as if coming from the underworld, but during this process, his lips never moved.

He glanced at the dark palace littered with corpses, and a hand as white as jade slowly rose up, forming a seal on his chest. A mysterious force began to spread wildly around him!

"But anyway, thank you for your gift."

Invisible ripples swept across the entire dark palace, and the man's drooped eyelids finally slowly lifted up. His two pupils, one black and one white, seemed to be reversing the yin and yang. In the reflection of these eyes, soul-like white shadows began to crawl up from each corpse!

In the Six Palaces of Qiaohuang, every checkpoint and every participant who died in them seemed to be awakened by some force, and sat up from their bodies in a daze... Their eyes were empty, as if they had lost their self-awareness, and only a few of higher ranks still retained a glimmer of light.

Snow-white chains extended from the man's handprint, piercing through the void and tying the wrists of all the ghosts. Then, these dozens of ghosts slowly stood up as if they were being controlled.

They floated through all the levels, walls, and floors, and finally came to the side of the Yin-Yang Eyes!

His eyelids drooped again, covering his yin and yang pupils, and the ghosts disappeared from his sight. Only a bone-chilling chill lingered around.

He walked slowly into the passage.

As he stepped on the stairs one by one, he came out of the dark palace and onto the surface a moment later... When the dim sunlight shone on him, his drooped eyes closed completely, like a blind man, isolated from the world.

"It's almost sunset..." He closed his eyes and murmured as he bathed in the sunset.

"After a thousand years, the ghosts and gods will finally return to the world."