I'm not a theatre god

The pale light reflected Chen Ling's body. He came back to see the head and blood on the ground, and his heart trembled slightly...

An inexplicable feeling of nausea surged into his heart, making him almost vomit on the spot.

He held the boning knife in his hand, took a deep breath, and the familiar instinct took control of his body again, quickly suppressing the discomfort in his heart.

Chen Ling's memory is now confused, and Fang Liangye's memory is also inserted into it. Fang Liangye has never seen such a bloody scene since he was a child, let alone killing people with his own hands.

But Fang Liangye is just an ordinary person. Chen Ling's subconscious is hundreds of times stronger than him. Fang Liangye's memory can have little effect on Chen Ling's behavior. Whether it is speaking habits or thinking patterns, Chen Ling's personality is still dominant... Coupled with the devilish fighting instinct of this body, when Chen Ling was attacked, he didn't even need to think, he had already resisted the bullet and killed the sniper!

The part that belongs to Fang Liangye waited until everything happened before he realized it and gave this body some reaction.

Buzz buzz buzz --

The propellers of the helicopter roared in the air.

Countless pairs of eyes were fixed on the blood-red figure holding the knife under the pale light. When he slowly raised his eyes, everyone's heart trembled unconsciously.

"Is this the rumored 'ghost mockery'?"

"... He actually resisted Luo Ying's bullets? Is he crazy?"

"He is a monster to begin with, and common sense cannot be used to understand him."

"Luo Ying's bullets can prevent self-healing, and his wounds cannot be repaired. If this goes on, even if nothing is done, he will bleed to death."

"He is already at the end of his strength, seize the opportunity!"

"...Swish!!"

When Chen Ling raised his eyes, the communication between the helicopters was instantly cut off, and everyone's voices stopped abruptly.

At the same time, Chen Ling's palms clenched towards the sky, and all helicopters were overloaded with electricity. Sparks splashed inside and outside the cabin, and they fell to the ground uncontrollably, smashing several sky-high flames.

But in addition to the fully armed ordinary people, there were also many Shinto owners who participated in the encirclement and suppression. They each used their skills to leap down and chase the red robe that was rapidly moving away.

The cloud step was pushed to the extreme, and the wind blew past Chen Ling's ears.

He looked at the unclear road ahead in the chaotic night, and a steady stream of power burst out from his broken body, but his heart had fallen to the bottom of the valley...

Although the upper limit of Shinto owners in this era was not high, under the official organization, there were also many fifth- and sixth-level people who participated in the encirclement and suppression of him. Now Chen Ling was not only exhausted and overdrawn because of using the [card] once, but also had an incurable gunshot wound on his body. His condition was extremely bad.

The most important thing was that Chen Ling didn't know where he was hit by the tracking technique at all. No matter which direction he ran, these people could find him accurately.

"I can only use that method..."

Even though he had been forced into a desperate situation, Chen Ling was not panicked. After a little thought, he found the most suitable solution from all the scripts he had read.

Chen Ling reached into his sleeve and touched the flip phone. [Communication Equipment and Electromagnetic Induction Principle] was silently activated, and a message was sent to someone's phone.

Chen Ling's mental strength was gradually exhausted. He glanced at the ground below, and then he fell to a certain position due to exhaustion...

"He's dying!"

In the dim light, someone shouted, and a roar of fire hit the place where the red robe landed!

Boom--! !

Those "white hands" with long-range attack capabilities did not hold back at this time. A dazzling attack surged forward, illuminating the dark night sky with uncertain light and dark, and billowing smoke and dust surged up.

Even though the vision was blocked, there were still people in the crowd who could see Chen Ling's actions clearly. After a while, someone suddenly said:

"He stopped."

The crowd did not attack again, but walked slowly in the smoke and dust vigilantly.

A gust of cold wind blew across the wilderness, and the smoke and dust gradually dissipated. On the devastated land, a blood-soaked figure stood in front of the cliff, staring coldly at the approaching people...

One, two, three... eight, nine, ten.

There were ten Shinto owners chasing Chen Ling. Chen Ling's eyes gradually swept over them and remembered the appearance of everyone.

One after another, off-road vehicles approached here with a roar, and slowly stopped behind the ten people. Dense figures got off the vehicles, and the black muzzles were aimed at Chen Ling like a honeycomb, forming an encirclement without blind spots.

In addition, there were several armed helicopters hovering in the distance. With the lessons learned from the previous few times, they did not dare to approach Chen Ling at all, but only relied on the missiles mounted under the cabin to deter Chen Ling with weapons.

This was a joint encirclement of Shinto and technology, a real dragnet of this era.

Seeing this, Chen Ling slowly opened his lips:

"I didn't provoke you...but you all want my life."

The deep voice echoed in the communication channel. Whether it was the people who participated in the encirclement and suppression at the moment, or the high-level officials of the 749 Bureau far away in Shanghai, they all heard Chen Ling's voice.

"That person's prophecy will never be wrong...You are the culprit of the 'ghost mockery' destruction of the world and the rebellious era." The leading Shinto owner slowly replied, "So, you must die."

Chen Ling smiled.

He was wearing a bright red costume, standing on the edge of the cliff, as if mocking everyone's ignorance and stupidity.

"Do you really understand what 'ghost mockery destroys the world' is? Do you really understand what 'rebellious era' is?"

Chen Ling shook his head, "You know nothing, and you don't understand anything. You just divined a few scary words and blamed everything on me... You can't even tell whether the four words 'Age of Rebellion' mean destroying the world or saving it."

Chen Ling's voice echoed in the communication channel, and everyone's brows were tightly furrowed. They looked at the red robes in front of them, and a trace of hesitation appeared in their eyes...

"Don't be influenced by him." The leading Shinto owner spoke immediately,

"Our mission is to kill him. As for whether this decision is right or wrong, we don't need to consider it."

Strands of warm light emerged from the end of the night. Unknowingly, time has come to dawn. The sky behind the red robe was pale, and under this natural light, all the artificial spotlights locked on Chen Ling were dimmed...

"You want my life, I'll give it to you..." Chen Ling stood on the edge of the cliff, slowly opened his arms, and the blood-stained red robe danced wildly under the rising sun, like a slowly fluttering red butterfly.

"But one day, you will regret everything you did today."

Chen Ling snapped his fingers lightly.

The next moment, an armed helicopter in the distance suddenly lost control, and a missile dragged a long tail flame under the sky and shot towards the red dress at the end of the cliff!