I'm not a theatre god

Seeing Chen Ling's head turn into a gun barrel, Chu Muyun and the shadow man were stunned at the same time.

"boom--!"

Chen Ling's vocal cords simulate gunshots.

A dazzling flame burst out from the muzzle of the gun, and the two figures standing directly in front recovered from their shock and quickly dodged to avoid it!

They skimmed dozens of meters across the snow at an astonishing speed before stopping.

They looked back, only to find that there were no bullets fired from the barrel at all, only sparks constantly bursting out from the muzzle, as if they were simulating a shooting gesture.

"This..." the shadow man asked blankly, "Did Diamond 7 say that [Thousand Faces]... can be turned into a gun barrel?"

"No." Chu Muyun shook his head, "[Thousand Faces] is the ability to disguise. It can only change appearances, but he... he seems to be able to even change objects."

"That's too perverted. Is this the power of the twisted divine way..."

"But great power usually means greater costs."

Chu Muyun calmly looked at the figure in red in the snow, imagining that he was the barrel of a gun, with a somewhat complicated expression.

"Bang-bang-bang!"

The barrel of Chen Ling's incarnation kept firing into the void, like a soulless walking corpse.

Until the muzzle of his gun "saw" the three Qian Fans who were frightened under the house, and suddenly stopped... He seemed to be thinking.

"Does he still have any sense left?" the shadow man asked in surprise.

"I should say, instinct." Chu Muyun said lightly, "The instinct of revenge."

At the same time, the three Qian Fans who were targeted at gunpoint turned pale again. They had just witnessed with their own eyes the scene of Chen Ling resuming his divine way, tearing his body apart, and then turning into a lunatic... The successive cognitive shocks had already Almost shutting down their brains.

"Fuck...why don't you die? Why don't you die?!"

Qian Fan roared angrily, raised the muzzle of his gun again, and pulled the trigger one after another at the red monster!

The bullet hit Chen Ling's body, splattering out wisps of blood. Even though his appearance turned into a gun, the hardness of his body did not increase much, as if he had just changed his skin...

The next moment, a face was lifted from Chen Ling's face again.

The originally huge and strange barrel of the gun disappeared, replaced by a "danjiao" figure with red makeup that looked like apricots and eyebrows that looked like hooks. Judging from the eyebrows and eyes, he looked very much like the dead Chen Yan!

The bright red opera robe walked slowly through the snow, like the only vermilion in the pale world.

"Dan Jiao" stared straight at Qian Fan and the other three, his lips parted slightly, and then, Chen Yan's melodious and penetrating singing echoed over the house!

"The little nun was just twenty-eight years old and in her prime, her hair was shaved off by her master.

Every day, I burn incense and exchange water in the Buddhist temple.

I saw some young men playing games under the mountain gate..."

The drama continued, and the red clothes dragged out the afterimage and disappeared instantly...

Qian Fan felt his eyes blurred as one of his wrists was cut open by a dagger. He screamed and the gun fell from his hands and fell into the snow.

He immediately wanted to reach into his arms with his other hand and take out the sacrificial vessel again, but there was a flash of cold light, and the other hand flew out of his arm lightly...

"He looked at us, and we looked at him..."

Under the red apricot-like eye makeup, a pair of empty pupils stared directly at Qian Fan, almost touching his face.

"Chen Ling...Chen Ling! I know I was wrong!!" Qian Fan's facial features struggled wildly due to the severe pain, but fear occupied his heart, "Let me go...I will give you all my money! I will never..."

puff--

A sharp edge penetrated Qian Fan's chin, and his pleas came to an abrupt end.

"He and we, we share him, we care about him so much..."

Qian Fan's figure fell straight on the snow. "Dan Jiao" slowly pulled out the dagger and looked at the only two law enforcers left in the house.

The two people exclaimed, unable to think of any resistance at all, they turned around and ran towards the gate of the house.

At the same time, "Dan Jiao"'s feet flashed across the ground lightly, her wide-sleeved robe was like butterfly wings, the cold light of the dagger drew an elegant arc in the snow, and two wisps of blood spattered out.

He stopped slowly.

As the last two bodies fell to the ground, the entire house was soaked in blood.

The man in red clothes stood among the corpses on the ground, blood dripping from the blade, like a demon walking from hell.

I don’t know how long it took, but Chen Yan’s face disappeared, and Chen Ling returned to his original appearance.

He stood alone in the sea of ​​blood, the dagger gently slipped to the ground, and as a wisp of cold wind blew by, his whole body fell to the ground on his back like withered grass.

"The trouble is finally over..."

Chu Muyun and his wife came from a distance, looked at the unconscious Chen Ling, and sighed.

"The fusion of the 'world-destroying' level disaster has embarked on a twisted divine path... From now on, he is destined to be a different kind." The shadow man said slowly.

"Isn't it the best to be different?" Chu Muyun raised the corner of his mouth, "The Dusk Club accepts the alternative."

"Are you really sure you want to include him in the Twilight Club?"

"It's not me..." Chu Muyun took out an envelope from his coat pocket and held it between his fingertips.

There is a red [JOKER] card printed on the cover of the envelope.

"It's the Red King."

…

boom--! !

A loud buzzing sound came from the void, and the flying snow in the sky suddenly shattered.

In the wilderness a few kilometers away from the house, the boy who was bored with a branch suddenly raised his head and looked in front of him in surprise.

In the center of [Plum Blossom 8] on the snow, a ferocious crack spread crazily. Han Meng's hands poked out of the crack, grabbed its edge, and pulled hard!

[Plum Blossom 8] exploded with a sound, and Han Meng's body completely passed through the void. The black windbreaker was covered with dust and blood clots, and the whole person was in an extremely embarrassed state.

"You actually broke out?"

The boy covered his mouth in surprise...or rather, it was the big hole on the white paper that represented the "mouth".

Han Meng's chest rose and fell violently, as if the action just now consumed him a lot. He stared at the little boy sitting there and raised the muzzle of the gun without hesitation!

"Don't be so excited. I admit that I underestimated you just now. I didn't expect that there are real geniuses in the Aurora Realm." The boy held his chin with interest, "Your name is Han Meng, right? Do you want to join our Dusk Society? ?”

"Not interested." Han Meng's voice was cold to the bone. "When will this dirty organization composed of lunatics and executioners dare to appear in the human world openly?"

"Tsk, it seems you are very prejudiced against us."

"This is a fact." The invisible realm opened around Han Meng, "Article 139 of the Human Convention, no matter what realm, any member of the Twilight Society who is found will be immediately included in the realm's highest-level killing list, and the priority will even be among the 'Fusion Faction' 'On top of the 'Fire Usurper'...

You and the human realm are mortal enemies. "

"Don't say that, we have never done anything unscrupulous." The boy said unhappily.

"Yeah?"

Han Meng sneered,

"Including... the annihilation of an entire human realm?"