I'm not a theatre god

Chen Ling narrowed her eyes slightly:

"Now, wherever Tu Tian is who has obtained the "privilege", he will become the center of the storm.

But no matter how they fight and fight, they are destined to get no benefit at all... The final beneficiary can only be me. "

Chen Ling opened his palm, and a crystal clear bead was lying in his palm, emitting an intoxicating light.

Seeing this bead, Jian Changsheng's eyes immediately straightened!

"If you want to say you have a black heart, it has to be you!" Jian Changsheng stretched out his hand, "Can you lend it to me?"

"No borrowing."

"So stingy?!"

"I gave it to you, I can't get it back."

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

Chen Ling gave him a disdainful look, "I got this based on my ability. You don't give me any benefits and you just want to take it away?"

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

Jian Changsheng touched himself all over. Except for a few scattered coins, his pocket was cleaner than his face. He could only look at Chen Ling helplessly, "I want money, but I want my life... Otherwise, I will let you How many cuts to add to the fun?”

Chen Ling:......

Chen Ling was too lazy to pay attention to him, rolled her eyes and left.

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

He pushed aside the piles of gravel and rubble, as if he had been dead for a long time.

"What's wrong with this man?" Jian Changsheng came over and asked doubtfully.

"……wrong."

Chen Ling's eyes were slightly narrowed. In those meticulous pupils, one could vaguely see that this man's blood vessels were still beating undetectably. When the two of them got closer, the beating speeded up obviously.

"Pretending to be dead?"

Chen Ling was a little surprised. This was the first time he saw such a clever way of pretending to be dead. Even Pu Xiachan and others didn't notice that he was still alive. If Chen Ling hadn't possessed the [Secret Eye], he would have been deceived. past……

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

His trick of pretending to be dead was exposed, and the beggar's heart beat faster.

He simply gave up his disguise, his closed eyelids trembled slightly and then opened, the blood all over his body flowing again. He fell to the ground and looked at Chen Ling and the two, and opened his mouth hoarsely:

"What... you two heroes, I actually didn't listen to anything just now..."

The muzzle of a black gun was pressed between his eyebrows.

Bang--! !

The gunfire flashed instantly, and Chen Ling expressionlessly pulled the trigger, directly smashing the 7 of Hearts' head with a roar.

Simply and decisively, don't give him a chance to survive.

After a headshot, scarlet blood splashed all over the ground with head fragments. The 7 of Hearts, who had finally pretended to be dead, was now completely dead.

"Cunning foreigner." Jian Changsheng clicked his tongue, "Luckily we are smart, otherwise we would have been deceived by him!"

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

Chen Ling rolled her eyes and took back the gun.

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

"Hmm...folk expert, fourth level, named Jin Fugui...huh??"

"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 fake... Yes, I checked. The real name of the person just now is not this."

"I'm an impostor! It's too despicable..." Jian Changsheng seemed to realize something in the middle of his words, and smiled awkwardly, "Well... hehehehe... it's so tragic."

Chen Ling was too lazy to pay attention to him, and just rubbed her chin silently, thoughtfully.

"This style always feels a bit familiar..."

"Is there something familiar or not?" Jian Changsheng changed the topic again with a guilty conscience, "Let's leave quickly!"

Chen Ling nodded slightly, took out the walkie-talkie as he 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, and they have all left now."

"..."

"I didn't expect the casualties to be so heavy...perhaps it's because of their internal strife?"

"..."

The two of them walked straight into the passage one after the other and disappeared without a trace... Only the 7 of Hearts stared at the direction in which the two of them were leaving, seeming to have viciously memorized their appearance.

…

I don’t know how much time passed.

A ghostly figure floated out from behind the silent wall and landed on the ground as lightly as weightless.

His lowered eyes stared in the direction where Chen and Ling were leaving. His pale cheeks were without a trace of blood, like a corpse crawling out of a tomb. There was only a hint of cinnabar between his eyebrows, which was eerie and mysterious.

"The show of pretending to be a referee... is really exciting."

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

His eyes swept across the dark palace filled with corpses. He slowly raised a hand as white as jade and pinched a seal on his chest. A mysterious power began to spread crazily around him!

"But anyway, thank you for the gift."

The invisible ripples swept across the entire dark palace, and the man's drooping eyelids finally slowly lifted up. The two pupils, one black and one white, seemed to be in chaos of yin and yang. In the reflection of these eyes, a series of soul-like white shadows began to climb up from each corpse!

The six palaces of Qiaohuang, every checkpoint, and every participant buried in them seemed to be awakened by some kind of power, and sat up blankly from their respective corpses... Their eyes were empty, as if they had lost their self-awareness, and only a few of the higher ranks still retained a glimmer of light.

The snow-white chain extended from the man's handprint, piercing through the void, tying the wrists of all the ghosts, and then, these dozens of ghosts stood up slowly as if they were controlled.

They lightly passed through all the checkpoints, walls, and floors, and finally came to the side of the yin and yang eyes!

His eyelids drooped again, covering the two pupils of yin and yang, and those ghosts disappeared from his sight, only a bone-chilling coldness was still lingering around.

He slowly stepped into the passage.

As he stepped on the steps one by one, he came out of the dark palace to the surface after a while... When the dim sunlight fell on him, his drooping eyes completely closed, like a blind man, isolated from the world.

"It's going to sunset..." He closed his eyes and bathed in the sunset, muttering,

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