I'm not a theatre god

Just as he was faltering forward, a series of eyes looked down from the surrounding residential buildings with strange expressions.

Just when Yan Sheng was puzzled, a voice from upstairs suddenly sounded:

"It's him! He is Yan Chang, the president of the Stars Chamber of Commerce!"

"He's the bastard who sells coal at exorbitant prices!"

As soon as these two sounds came out, everyone in the surrounding residential buildings quickly surrounded him with sticks and machetes, casting extremely angry looks. In just ten seconds, the entire street was surrounded by water, and as the sound continued, More and more shouts were heard, and more people were coming.

Yan Sheng was dumbfounded when he saw this scene. He has never been seen outside in recent years, and now that he is so dirty, no one should be able to recognize him.

At this moment, Yan Sheng suddenly felt that the direction everyone was looking at was a bit strange. After being stunned for a moment, he immediately took off his fur coat and looked.

On the back of Qiu Yi, someone had written a few big words in scarlet blood at some point:

I am Yan Sheng!

Yan Sheng:? ? ?

"That's him! He wants to sell us five hundred thousand coal! It's this beast!"

"He was the one who had my dad beaten on Century Avenue! My dad's legs were broken by him!"

"If someone hadn't brought the truck out and grabbed the coal, we would have frozen to death."

"Fuck this piece of shit that makes money out of people's lives!!!"

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Roars came one after another from the surroundings. The eyes of this group of people were red. They rushed forward like crazy and drowned him. The various things in their hands rained down on Yan Shan!

Yan Sheng was forced to bend down in fear. The hard stick hit his back with severe pain. The knife that came out from time to time sank deeply into his body. Amidst countless stinking and angry curses, he was already frozen. He was unconscious, and the scene in front of him was soaked in blood.

No, no

He knew that if he continued like this, he would be beaten to death before long!

Yan Sheng's hand was tightly holding the last sacrificial instrument, which was a small compass. The surface of the compass was covered with blood vessels and black pieces of flesh. As he moved the pointer with his fingertips, the next moment his figure disappeared out of thin air. disappear!

The stick hit hard, but it did not touch Yan Sheng's body. Everyone stared at the nothingness in front of them, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

"Is that space movement?"

Chen Ling, who saw this scene from a distance, narrowed her eyes slightly.

The number and variety of Yan Sheng's collections can be said to be an eye-opener for Chen Ling. But judging from the fact that Yan Sheng would rather be injured and delay using this sacrificial vessel until now, his inventory must be at the bottom.

Chen Ling snorted coldly and flew out of the frost and snow.

"I survived, I survived!!"

Yan Hang, covered in blood, stood outside the station of the boundary train, his hands trembling with excitement.

The life and death crisis along the way made Yan Sheng feel like he had walked through hell. When he actually arrived at this station, he suddenly felt lucky to survive the disaster!

"What's the 6 of hearts, what's the Twilight Club, I, Yan Sheng, started from scratch and went all the way to where I am today! How can I die here so easily?!"

Yan Sheng couldn't help laughing, but it involved the wounds on his body, and the severe pain made his facial features distort.

"Damn those untouchables dare to hit me"

"A pariah will always be a pariah! I'm about to take a bus to the south, so you just wait here for me to die!"

"A bunch of poor, useless guys really deserve to freeze to death."

Yan Chang endured the pain and cursed while staggering up the stairs of the station.

Just as he was about to step onto the platform, a voice suddenly came from behind.

"Hello."

Yan Sheng was startled, but before he could turn around, a fist hit him hard on the back of the head, knocking him to the ground!

The punch made Yan Chang's eyes darken. He groaned and tried to get up from the ground. Behind him, a figure with a camera hanging around his neck and a pen and paper in his hand was looking down at him coldly.

"Is it you? Are you a piece of rubbish worthy of being on this train?" The figure clenched his right fist and punched Yan Sheng again with a bang!

The hard fist hit Yan Han and he fell to the ground again. A bloody tooth was knocked out of his mouth. He looked at the figure in front of him blankly.

"Who are you??"

"My name is Wen Shilin, and I am a reporter."

The figure slowly took off the camera around his neck and the pen and paper in his hand and put them aside. He walked slowly over and said, "You may not know me, but I know a lot about you, President Yan Sheng."

Hearing the word Wen Shilin, Yan Sheng suddenly felt that it sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before. Before he could say anything else, another iron fist of justice hit his cheek!

boom! !

The force of this punch was stronger than the two punches just now, and it directly broke half of Yan Sheng's teeth, making him see stars.

"The iron fist of justice may be late, but it will never be absent." Wen Shilin shook off the sore hand and said in a deep voice, "Since my news failed to kill you, I will kill you now!"

Wen Shilin roared and punched Yan Sheng again. Just as the wind roared, Yan Sheng suddenly pulled out a gun and pointed it directly at Wen Shilin's forehead!

Wen Shilin's fist suddenly stopped in mid-air.

"Damn it, I've been doing this for a long time. I thought you were the 6 of hearts again, but you turned out to be a real reporter?" Yan Sheng spat out the blood and broken teeth in his mouth, and got up with difficulty, "The gun is useless against the 6 of hearts. How can you deal with it?" Are you a pariah?"

Yan Sheng spoke fiercely, and just when he was about to pull the trigger, his eyes suddenly blurred!

The next moment, the gun in his hand had turned into a piece of coal.

Yan Sheng looked at the corner of coal in his hand in astonishment, as if he had thought of something, and deep fear and final despair appeared in his eyes.

He knew that the man was here again

Wen Shilin looked at this scene blankly, not understanding what was happening. At this moment, he heard footsteps coming from behind.

A figure in a brown trench coat slowly walked up the steps of the station. He played with the black gun casually, his eyes flashing with amusement and cold murderous intent.

"It's you again!!" Yan Sheng roared hysterically, "Why do you have to kill me?! You have ruined everything for me! What can you do if you let me go? I swear I will never go against you in this life. Why kill them all if that’s okay?”

Under the continuous torture, Yan Shan's psychological defense had completely collapsed. Chen Ling gave him hope again and again, and pushed him into the abyss again and again. This kind of torture to him was tantamount to Lingchi's torture. !

The figure laughed mockingly, raised the black gun muzzle, and aimed it at Yan Sheng's desperate eyes.

"A guy like you is worthy of being my opponent?"

Bang bang bang!

Continuous gunshots echoed in Wen Shilin's ears. As he witnessed, Yan Sheng's head turned into red and white fireworks and splashed on the steps of the station.