I'm not a theatre god

See "resonance"?

Chen Ling couldn't understand, but he could guess that this was probably a method used by the Emperor's Way to subdue his subjects... In addition, he also learned that the Emperor's Way had a gravitational pull on other ways, which was also an important gain.

However, this was probably the only information that could be extracted from Nie Yu.

"Is it worth it to be so loyal to Ying Fu?" Chen Ling said in a deep voice.

"You won't understand the ambitions of His Majesty... He is not only an 'emperor', but also a hero who can lead mankind to glory." Nie Yu sneered, "Even if you kill me today, there will be more people willing to follow him. One day, His Majesty will overturn the world and create a new era for mankind." "Hunting the Nine Lords to overthrow the world? Are you sure he can lead mankind to glory?" "The changes of the times are always accompanied by sacrifice and blood... Anyone, no matter how strong or weak, no matter their status, is just a chess piece at the fingertips of His Majesty." Chen Ling shook his head, he put the muzzle of the gun against Nie Yu's eyebrows, and directly pressed his head heavily on the wall, "I don't approve of the path he wants to take." "It doesn't matter... Time will prove everything." Nie Yu's remaining pupils stared at Chen Ling, his voice calm. Chen Ling no longer entangled with Nie Yu. At this moment, his body has reached its limit. If he drags on like this, I'm afraid something will happen... He poured his last mental power into the muzzle of the gun, and the red robe moved without wind. Chen Ling's apricot-red eyes gradually lit up in the darkness:

"For the restart of human civilization..."

"I sentence you to death."

Bang!

As Chen Ling pulled the trigger, the [Tribunal] was activated again, and the deconstruction force rushed out from the muzzle, directly destroying Nie Yu's head and neck, which were close at hand, into nothingness!

A fragmented body fell in a pool of blood, and the factory was quiet with only the sound of raindrops.

Outside the flickering screen, lines of information popped up crazily!

"Hunter is dead?!"

"He actually killed Hunter... Who is this man in red?"

"Did you see it just now? He actually summoned lightning with his bare hands! God, am I crazy or is this world crazy?!"

"Hunter is already a legendary existence in the Golden Triangle, but I didn't expect that he would die in a broken factory in the end..."

"Does anyone know who this man in red is?"

"Never heard of him... But looking at his clothes and the makeup on his face, he looks like an ancient oriental actor..."

"What is an actor?"

"It's similar to an actor, but more ancient."

"Can anyone tell me how to contact this actor? I want him to kill someone, no matter how much money it costs."

"..."

Just when the entire dark web was shocked by Hunter's death, a man in a white suit in a Las Vegas casino fell into deep thought.

He stared at Chen Ling in the picture, tapping the table unconsciously with his knuckles, and quickly recalled all the abilities he had shown so far.

"Walking in the air, hurting oneself, changing face, attracting lightning, and powerful bullets... I have never heard of any Shinto with such characteristics... Could it be that the group of wizards appeared again? But they should not appear on the mainland." The man frowned and thought, and at this moment, the red-clothed man standing in the dim factory suddenly turned his head slightly and glanced at the surveillance camera... The next moment, all the pictures fell into darkness, leaving only a large amount of information popping up on the side. "He knows we are watching him?!" The man was startled, as if he thought of something, "No... No, this live broadcast was planned by him?" "He has long been certain that he can kill the 'Hunter', and he has taken the initiative to disclose the whole process of killing the 'Hunter'?!" The face of the man in the suit changed slightly. Before this, everyone had preconceived that this was a hunting live broadcast initiated by the "Hunter", but now it seems that this red-clothed actor has long known that someone was watching the whole process in the surveillance... He is the real "Hunter" behind this! But why did he do this? In order to let everyone on the dark web witness him killing the "Hunter" and want to make a name for himself? Or is he grudged against the "hunter" and wants to take revenge in this way?

Questions surged into the mind of the man in a suit, but he was destined not to find the answer in a live broadcast that had already ended... The figure in the red opera robe had become an unsolved mystery.

...

At the same time, San Francisco.

"Interesting..."

The young man in a Tang suit locked his phone screen, and after a long silence on the roadside, the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, "It seems that the drama god has revealed an incredible guy... I must find a chance to meet him next time."

"Mr. Sun, are we not leaving yet?" The young man next to him scratched his head and asked.

"Let's go, let's go, the show is over."

He patted the dust on the corner of his clothes, stood up from the side of the road, picked up the red lion headgear beside him with one hand, and skillfully coiled the string with the other hand, and walked to the other side of Chinatown without panic.

The young man followed him and asked, "What play were you watching just now?"

"A good play, a big play."

"Ah? Is it good?"

"Haha, let's not talk about whether the play is good or not, but..."

A breeze blew across the hem of his Tang suit, and the young man stopped briefly on the side of the road. He seemed to have sensed something, looked back in the direction of the mainland, and murmured:

"The way of drama... is a must."

…

Clang-clang-clang...

On the snowy field covered with silver, a green train was speeding along the railway track.

The falling snow was flying outside the window, and the large birch forest was retreating amidst the roar of steam. In a certain carriage at this moment, a figure slowly opened his eyes.

He was wearing a snow-white fur coat, and a complex look flashed through his red phoenix-like eyes. He was like a sculpture, silently staring at the falling snow outside the window.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

On the seat opposite, an old man noticed something strange and spoke in confusion.

Yingfu was silent for a long time, then slowly said:

"My general died in battle."

"But the number one minister your Majesty calls...Sirius Nie Yu?"

"……yes."

The air in the carriage fell into silence.

The old man let out a long sigh and said, "Your Majesty has been talking to me about General Nie these past few days. I originally thought that after going south, I must see him in person, but I didn't expect... things are really unpredictable."

"General Nie has a tiger in his heart and smells the roses carefully. If Prime Minister Han sees him, he will definitely appreciate him very much."

"In any case... please express your condolences, Your Majesty."

Yingfu looked away from the window, a rare hint of sadness flashed through his cold and majestic eyes.

He said calmly:

"Let them stop the car... I want to see General Nie off for the last time."