I'm not a theatre god

The moment the sound sounded, the paper man suddenly looked up and saw a figure in a brown coat, squatting upside down on the ceiling, with a dark gun aimed at its forehead!

The next moment, the terrifying power of deconstruction poured out, rushing towards the paper man, and instantly penetrated the floor like an invisible pillar!

Chen Ling knew that the paper man had weird abilities. If it were a head-on confrontation, it would be difficult to gain an advantage... As for the weird abilities, Chen Ling believed that he was right. In such a complicated and intricate terrain where the field of vision could easily be obscured, His skills also have a lot of room for manipulation.

At the critical moment, the paper man's speed was so fast that it became an afterimage. Even so, most of its body was swallowed up by the power of deconstruction.

Dust flew into the air, and the floor on the second floor was completely opened. A smooth hollow extended to the uninhabited room directly below, and even

The paper man's body was torn open, and at the same time, a figure seemed to fall out of a damaged fishing net, separated from the tattered paper man's body, and fell heavily to the ground.

Is there a person inside the paper man?

Seeing this scene, surprise appeared in Chen Ling's eyes. After seeing the man's appearance clearly, the surprise in his eyes became even stronger.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough..." Jian Changsheng lay on the ground in a miserable state, like a drowned person about to suffocate. He looked up and saw Chen Ling falling from the roof, frozen in place.

"It's you?!"

At this time, Chen Ling had transformed into Lin Yan, and Jian Changsheng never expected to meet him here.

"Why are you in the belly of that paper man?" Chen Ling asked with a frown, then seemed to have thought of something, and said in unison with Jian Changsheng:

"Are you its target too?"

[Audience Expectation Value +3]

[Current expected value: 50%]

boom--!

A loud noise came from the side, and the broken paper man stood upright crookedly. Outside the broken window behind him, a large number of paper pages snaked in from the outside like a giant python, wrapping around its body. Quickly restore the gaps in the body.

"Be careful." Jian Changsheng said immediately, "That guy is a foreigner hired from outside the realm by the Stars Chamber of Commerce, a fourth-level powerhouse of [Illustration]."

[Oshinto]? Fourth level?

As soon as these two keywords came out, Chen Ling's brows wrinkled unconsciously... This was the first time he met the owner of this Shinto, but the control of the paper man seemed different from the [Puppet Shinto] he imagined. Too same?

But the fourth level is indeed a bit tricky. A third-level [Stealing God Way] almost suppressed the entire trial of the ancient art of war. The fourth level has controlled its own domain, and it has made a qualitative leap compared to the third level and below. .

"This paper man cannot be killed. You have to kill the real body." Chen Ling looked at the paper man who was almost back to his original shape and was even bigger than before, with a solemn voice.

"I have [Drip Blood Tuo], I'll kill it!"

Even though Jian Changsheng almost died in the hands of that man just now, he didn't have much fear at this moment. Instead, he felt a desire for revenge. He stabbed his body with three swords in succession, leaving three shocking bloody holes. The momentum is rising steadily.

Seeing this, Chen Ling did not stop him, but let him throw the blood drops out of the window with a knife, and disappeared in a flash.

As if aware of Jian Changsheng's intention, the paper man quickly turned around and prepared to chase him through the window. An invisible deconstruction bullet flew towards it again!

The paper man was prepared this time, and he avoided the danger by turning sideways. His bright head turned 180 degrees, and his empty red eyes stared at Chen Ling who was holding a gun not far away.

Green smoke floated from the muzzle of the gun. Chen Ling stared at it for a moment, then turned around and rushed towards the corridor without hesitation. The next moment, a blurry paper shadow followed closely behind!

…

Jian Changsheng's figure jumped up in the moonlight, his eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, and soon locked on the hunchbacked man standing in the corridor of another fourth-floor building.

His eyes flickered, and the blade threw out a few drops of blood again, and he arrived at the fourth floor corridor in an instant.

"Go to hell!"

Jian Changsheng held a dagger in his hand, with murderous intent in his eyes. He knew that Chen Ling's side could not hold out for long, and the true form of [Illustration] must be dealt with as soon as possible, otherwise both of them would die here.

The blade of the dagger cut through the air and made a sharp sound. Just when it was about to touch the hunchbacked man, a white light flashed in front of his eyes!

A broken wrist detached from Jian Changsheng's body lightly...

Jian Changsheng's pupils shrank sharply!

In his field of vision, a knife made of white paper cut open his wrist as if it was weightless just now. The cut was extremely smooth. At this moment, Jian Changsheng could even clearly see the knife on his flying wrist. Slowly beating blood vessels.

And flying out with the wrist was the dagger that originally stabbed the hunchbacked man.

"You..." Jian Changsheng stayed where he was.

The paper knife was gently flipped in the hand of the hunchbacked man, and folded into a snow-white cane at a dizzying speed. The hunchbacked man slowly raised his head, with no emotion in his drooping eyes.

"Wouldn't it be nice to just be sealed in a paper man... Do you have to come out to seek death?"

The next moment, the snow-white cane whizzed through the air and hit Jian Changsheng's back heavily!

boom--! !

Jian Changsheng only felt that he had been hit by a meteorite. The sound of his bones exploding was like popcorn popping up one after another. His whole body was like a cannonball, being embedded in the floor.

The flying dust almost submerged the entire fourth floor. Under the explosion, lights in the surrounding residential buildings came on one after another, as if someone had been awakened.

At this moment, Jian Changsheng was like mud, and his whole body was soaked in blood. He was buried in the rubble and ruins, and he seemed to be trying to get up.

The hunchbacked man bent down and slowly squatted in front of him, and his hoarse voice sounded:

"First, not all [Illustration] entities are fragile."

"Secondly, [Illustration] can not only control one thing at the same time."

"Third, who told you... that when you see a domain, it must be level four?"

After hearing the last sentence, Jian Changsheng's pupils shrank slightly. He raised his head with difficulty and looked at the hunchbacked man with eyes full of disbelief.

"You...are more than the fourth level?!"

The hunchbacked man did not speak. With a slight lift of his fingertips, pages of paper quickly extended from the floor of the corridor. Between the flying dust, they turned into dozens of identical paper figures with bright and strange looks. .

These paper figures stood darkly behind the hunchbacked man. Countless empty eyes were staring at Jian Changsheng, and the paper figure that Chen Ling was delaying at the moment seemed to be one of them.

The hunchbacked man said calmly:

"What do you think?"