I'm not a theatre god

At this moment, everyone's breathing seemed to have stopped.

They looked at the fallen figure on the stage in shock. Until Chen Ling completely collapsed in a pool of blood, the venue was still silent.

"He...he committed suicide?" a police officer said in disbelief.

The scene that just happened shocked all of them, not only because Chen Ling could still move after being shot so many times, but most importantly, the look in Chen Ling's eyes before she died...

That look was full of teasing, disdain, and ridicule, as if what Chen Ling had smashed was not his own head, but that he had slaughtered them all.

They had never seen such a madman, and they had never seen such a look.

Even the police officers who had just been preparing to escort Liu Qingyan away were shocked by those words and stood there in shock.

After a few seconds, someone murmured:

"I guess I knew I couldn't escape, so I committed suicide..."

"However, he was shot so many times and he can still move??"

"It doesn't matter anymore. Now he has been killed by us. Let's pack up and prepare to go back..."

Liu Qingyan's eyes fell on the bloody figure, as if she had not yet recovered from his death. Her body was trembling slightly, her fists clenched uncontrollably, and then loosened weakly...

However, just as the police were about to take office, something unexpected happened!

The dead body lying in the pool of blood suddenly moved his fingers, then his arms, torso, neck, legs... His body was twisting, and soon he slowly emerged from the pool of blood with a strange posture. Stand up!

When the corpse riddled with holes stood on the stage again, everyone's expressions were as if they had seen a ghost!

At this moment, the black gauze covering Chen Ling's face has fallen to the ground, and a face full of ugly scars is exposed in the air, like a demon from the abyss, returning from death in red clothes.

A trace of blood flowed from the muzzle of the chin, which quickly closed without a trace. The originally deformed spine also returned to straightness with a creaking sound.

The next moment, the scattered pupils refocused!

The bloody palm slowly reached to the chin and tore it with force!

Stab——

The scarred face floated into nothingness, and a flawless face was exposed to everyone's sight again!

"Huh..." Chen Ling touched the tip of her nose, which had returned to normal, and the corners of her mouth raised uncontrollably,

"I'm finally back..."

He could feel that all his skills and mental power had returned with the disappearance of the white ash, and the third-level sense of power filled his body again.

He stood on the blood-stained stage with his arms spread out. His red opera robe did not leave any bullet holes, and he was reborn from the blood!

"Alive... alive, alive... alive??"

The "audience" in the audience was completely dumbfounded.

What does it mean to truly change a living person?

Conjuring dead people out of thin air, turning living people into dead people, turning dead people into living people... On this stage, the red clothed man is like a god teasing fate, and life is like a plaything in his palms.

Until this moment, Chen Ling's "magic performance" was finally over.

"Resurrection from the dead...how is this possible??"

"He was shot so many times, there's no way he could have survived, monster...he really is a monster!!"

"No! He is the owner of Shinto!! He just tore off his own face, he is playing Shinto!"

"Playing the Way of God?!"

"But even if you play the divine way, you can't come back from the dead?!"

"..."

Chen Ling's performance completely stunned the police officers below. Their eyes widened with disbelief... But outside the scene, Liu Qingyan looked at Chen Ling's perfect face that had come back from the dead, and she was in a daze.

"Fire!! Kill him again! I don't believe it... Is there really anyone who is immortal??"

The leading police officer spoke again, and everyone reacted and immediately raised their guns and pointed them at Chen Ling. But before they could pull the trigger, Chen Ling, who was in red on the stage, casually snapped her fingers.

Snapped--

Dozens of jet-black pistols, like magic, turned into yellow bananas in the blink of an eye.

Police officer:? ? ?

People in black clothes and black trousers, each holding bananas in their hands, stood surrounded by each other under the stage, like a group of black monkeys about to reward Chen Ling... As Chen Ling's chuckle sounded, the scene was inexplicably funny.

"this……"

In the astonished eyes of everyone, Chen Ling slowly raised the muzzle of his gun and pointed it at the stage wall behind him.

The power of [Judgment] poured into the gun, and as Chen Ling pulled the trigger, a bunch of deconstructed bullets shot out silently, instantly opening a big hole in the thick wall!

The wind outside the wall, mixed with the scent of earth and grass, blew onto the stage from the entrance of the cave, blowing up the red clothes.

Chen Ling stood on the stage with a smile, raised his fingertips, and put a red hat similar to that worn by a magician on his head elegantly and lightly, bowing slightly to the "audience" in the audience, like a The magic show comes to an end.

"Thanks for coming... see you soon."

Chen Ling took half a step back, and under the horrified gazes of everyone, she transformed into hundreds of flying red butterflies, flying out of the hole... and gradually disappearing into the hazy mist and rain.

There was a dead silence under the stage.

Everyone stared blankly at the hole at the back of the stage and the swaying wicker and drizzle outside. For a moment, they forgot to stop it... They looked at the banana in their hands that had turned into a gun again, and suddenly realized that they really looked like They are the "audience". Even if the person to be arrested is on the stage, they can only watch him complete the performance and then leave gracefully...

As Chen Ling said, "They can't do anything."

"Is he... playing tricks on us?" a police officer asked uncertainly.

Everyone was silent. They did not answer this question, their expressions were full of complexity and bitterness.

"The Shinto owners are not something we can compete with." The leading police officer snorted coldly, stuffed his gun back into the brown holster, and glanced at the direction Chen Ling left.

"If he uses Shinto, he will definitely be noticed by those adults... He is destined to be unable to leave Liu Town."

He turned around and walked outside the performance venue.

"Captain, what should we do with this?" A police officer pointed at the burned body of Supervisor Sun, who had no human form. The photos on his body and in his mouth had also turned into countless white ash, filling the body with a charred black body.

"What can we do? Take it back." The police captain glanced at the messy ground and most of the letter paper that had been picked up, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"This matter is too big... The entertainment consortiums in the main city will definitely take some measures in order to withstand the pressure..."

"But that's not something we should worry about."

He waved his hand casually,

"Close the team!"