I'm not a theatre god

Seeing this, the old man known as Prime Minister Han nodded slightly.

He stood up and left his seat, and walked straight to the front door of the carriage. Three young men in their twenties were waiting there respectfully. When they saw the old man approaching, they lowered their heads and said:

"teacher."

"Stop the car, Your Majesty wants to see General Nie off."

The three young men looked at each other blankly. Although they were confused, they walked straight to the front of the car.

After more than ten seconds, the train began to slow down, the buzzing whistle echoed in the vast white birch forest, and finally stopped steadily on the snowy field.

The car door opened, and the old man and three young people stood by the door of the train. Behind them, the driver in the train control room was like a puppet, standing there with dull eyes, as if they were neatly arranged to welcome the arrival of victory. .

On this green-skinned train, other passengers also sat blankly in their respective seats, as motionless as sculptures.

Ying Fu, who was covered in snow-white fur clothes, walked slowly through the carriage and stepped on the snow outside the carriage with one foot. The falling snow was flying in the birch forest, blowing the tips of Ying Fu's black hair into the air.

Yingfu stood by the railway track, facing the mist of the birch forest, with only the wind and snow remaining quiet around him.

He squatted down gently and pressed one hand on the surface of the snowfield. Fine arcs flashed on the surface. A stone tablet with carved patterns slowly broke out of the soil, and finally stood majestically among the trees.

Yingfu put his hand into the snow and rubbed it gently with his fingertips. The transparent snow water was dyed ink, and was outlined bit by bit on the surface of the stone tablet.

——The tomb of General Nie Yu.

With the last stroke of the pen, a tombstone was formed. Nie Yu died thousands of miles away, but his tombstone was erected by Yingfu himself and rested forever in the birch forest in the snowy field.

Seeing this scene, the old man's eyes were a little complicated.

Yingfu stood up slowly in front of the Nie Yu monument. After taking a deep look at the inscription, he turned and walked towards the train.

"Your Majesty, next..."

"Let's set off."

Snow-white fur clothes were flying in the broken snow, and Yingfu said calmly, "Continue to go north. When the time is right, I will personally go and avenge General Nie."

As Ying Fu stepped onto the train, the old man followed him respectfully. After a moment, the roaring whistle sounded again on the uninhabited snowfield, slowly disappearing at the end of the track...

…

Dawn is rising.

Chen Ling staggered out of the factory, walked through the ruins of broken shops, and walked slowly towards the museum.

After killing Nie Yu, Chen Ling briefly treated the wound for herself, but because the injury was too serious, it was still difficult to move... Not to mention other things, the organs such as intestines that flowed out from the waist and abdomen could not be easily repaired without suturing. It was difficult to heal on his own, so he could only find a plastic bag to temporarily put them in, while trying to stop the bleeding as much as possible to prevent death from excessive blood loss.

This should be the most difficult battle since Chen Ling set foot on the Shinto. Even though Nie Yu had been seriously injured by Xiao Chunping and had his rank sealed, and he had prepared a trap in advance, he almost died here in the end... …

"If I also mastered the field, maybe I wouldn't be so embarrassed." Chen Ling sighed.

By the time Chen Ling slowly moved to the museum, the sky was already extremely bright.

After the battle with Nie Yu, the museum was in dilapidated condition, especially the main hall, which had basically been reduced to ruins... At this moment, in the backyard, three figures, Su Zhiwei, Yang Xiao, and Xiao Chunping, were lying on the bed respectively, like Has already fallen asleep.

The unkempt Yao Qing, carrying a saber he picked up from nowhere, sat alone on the steps of the backyard, with the three sleeping beds behind him... His bloodshot eyes were always looking around, like a A determined gatekeeper, always ready to fight the enemy to the death.

When he saw a figure coming from a distance, his muscles tightened instantly, but when he saw that it was Chen Ling, he finally relaxed.

"Why are you injured so badly??" When he saw the wounds on Chen Ling's body, his expression changed.

It’s not that Yao Qing is ignorant, but Chen Ling’s injuries are really scary. If it had been any ordinary person, the body would have been completely cold, but the [Blood Clothes] still supported Chen Ling’s body and maintained his vitality. .

"I'm fine." Chen Ling glanced at the bed behind him, "How are they?"

"Nothing serious, I just fell asleep."

"That's good."

Chen Ling relaxed a little, bent down and slowly sat down on the steps beside Yao Qing, her face as pale as paper in the sun.

"I'll call you an ambulance!" Yao Qing immediately took out his mobile phone and was about to make a call, but was held down by Chen Ling.

"No... it will take time for the ambulance to come. And if the ambulance comes, how should we explain it here?"

"But if your injuries continue like this, you will die."

"Don't worry, I won't die." Chen Ling looked at the time on his flip phone, "...I should go back soon. When I go back, someone will treat me."

"Go back? Where?"

"unimportant."

Chen Ling did not explain to Yao Qing anymore, but just sat quietly on the steps, the gentle breeze blowing over his blood-stained cheeks, the world was quiet and peaceful.

Yao Qing was silent for a long time, then finally spoke:

"Chen Ling..."

"What's up?"

"So, I'm just an ordinary person, right?" Yao Qing's palm holding the saber tightened unconsciously, "I'm obviously the youngest and the most energetic, but I can't help with anything... What can I do? Become as powerful as you and grandma? "

Chen Ling glanced at him and said calmly: "This kind of thing can't be rushed... When the opportunity comes, maybe everything will fall into place."

Yao Qing pursed her lips slightly and sat there dully, saying nothing.

Chen Ling naturally saw his reluctance and self-blame, but even if he wanted to help, there was nothing he could do... Even in the Jiujun era, it was extremely difficult for someone to be selected by the Divine Way and become a [God's Favored One] and embark on the Divine Way. Few, let alone modern ones. It would be extremely difficult for Yao Qing to embark on the Shinto path, but with this kid's intangible cultural heritage skills, it might actually be possible.

Chen Ling lowered his head and looked at the screen of his mobile phone. As the time numbers kept jumping, a line of characters popped up in front of his eyes:

[The time limit for No. 129439 has expired]

[Reading Interrupt]

Chen Ling's vision went dark, and her consciousness began to sink. When she opened her eyes again, strands of blood seeped out from between her lips...

In Lao Liu's house, Chen Ling was sitting cross-legged on the bed in the bedroom. She lowered her head and glanced at her bloody body, with a flash of bitterness in her eyes.

"Sure enough...the injuries are also brought back."

Chen Ling stood up from the bed with difficulty, held the organs flowing out from her waist and abdomen, and pushed out the door with bloody footsteps one step at a time.

It was late at night in the ancient library of Xi Dao.

The bright moon hung above the grassland sky, and the breeze blew the green grass like waves. The rooms of all the other brothers and sisters were extremely quiet, as if they had all fallen asleep.

Chen Ling dragged her bloody body and stopped in front of the door of one of the rooms.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

Chen Ling knocked on the door weakly.

"Eldest brother...ahem...elder brother?"

After a brief pause, a rush of footsteps sounded from inside the house, bright yellow light shined through the window of the living room, and the door in front of Chen Ling was forcefully opened.

Senior brother Ning Ruyu, with a pair of sleepy eyes, said, "Junior brother, what's the matter...huh???"

A pool of blood fainted at the door of Ning Ruyu's house. Chen Ling, covered in blood, smiled miserably:

"Elder brother, help me..."

Ning Ruyu:? ? ? ? ! ! ! ! !