I'm not a theatre god

Chen Ling:?

Chen Ling looked at this horribly bloody and mutilated head, with no idea of ​​what he had experienced during his lifetime, and could not connect it with the words "meeting gift".

"He was a Jiangtian cultist. He tried to summon the Gray Realm to meet across from your theater, but I killed him." Liu Qingyan explained softly.

Hearing this, Chen Ling looked at Liu Qingyan with even more surprise.

He had known that Liu Qingyan had awakened to the Shinto before, but he didn't expect that he would grow to this point after not seeing him for half a year... For ordinary Shinto owners, the Jiangtian cultists did not just kill at the drop of a hat.

"So it's you." Chen Ling asked in confusion, "How did you find me?"

"I could see the threads between faiths, so I came here."

"What does this have to do with finding me?"

"You are my faith."

Chen Ling was stunned. He frowned and looked at Liu Qingyan in front of him, and found that the latter's eyes were full of piety and sincerity, with no sign of lying at all... This reminded him of the relationship between this girl and him half a year ago. "Special Envoy of the Golden Society".

[...It was he who saved the little girl from purgatory. No matter he is good or evil, the little girl is willing to be his sword. 】

Chen Ling didn't quite understand Liu Qingyan's "faith". In his opinion, he just helped the girl deal with a few scumbag judges. Maybe he could be considered a favor, but it shouldn't be the so-called "faith". The level of "faith"... Chen Ling has always believed that this term can only appear in religion, and only when it refers to "gods".

Therefore, in Chen Ling's understanding, Liu Qingyan's "faith" may just be a deeper expression of "gratitude".

"This meeting gift is very valuable... If it weren't for you, I'm afraid the theater would have been captured by the disaster." Chen Ling handed over the half-cut head, "Anyway, thank you."

The corners of Liu Qingyan's mouth raised unconsciously, she raised her skirt with both hands, bent down respectfully and spoke:

"You don't need to thank me. This is what a little girl should do."

"It's too dangerous outside now. You have just set foot on the Shinto. Your rank is probably not high, so it would be better to hide first." Chen Ling kindly reminded, "You can go to Jinghong Tower, where there are now 'good Samaritans' guarding it. , relatively safe.”

Liu Qingyan shook her head decisively, "I won't leave."

"Why?"

"I'm here to share your worries." Liu Qingyan glanced at the two bloody corpses in the pharmacy, "If you want to deal with the Jiangtian Sect, I can help you... Although I may not be their opponent head-on, but I can find them."

"Can you find the Jiangtian cultists??" Chen Ling was extremely surprised.

"Lord Chen Ling, I said... I can see [Faith]."

Liu Qingyan blinked slightly, and silk threads extended from half of the head, entangled with the threads of the two corpses in the drugstore, and connected to nothingness... At the same time, there were a large number of threads coming from Rising in the other direction of the main city of Hongchen, some of these threads were as thin as the two people in the drugstore, while others were thicker, intertwined into a giant rope and disappeared into the air.

In Liu Qingyan's eyes, the Jiangtian cultists who believed in the "Supreme Savior of the World" seemed to be marked in the world of mortals, and the position of each person was extremely clear.

Liu Qingyan's Shinto will indeed be affected by the Jiangtian Sect, but from another perspective, isn't she another form of natural enemy of the Jiangtian Sect?

"Can you really locate the other Jiangtian cultists?" Chen Ling's eyes lit up, "Where are they now?"

"Except for a few, everyone else's location is concentrated...probably in that direction."

"...Very good, Qing Yan, you did a good job."

Chen Ling said sincerely.

Liu Qingyan's appearance was too timely for Chen Ling now, as if it was destined... Chen Ling could guess that this is most likely the effect of [Emperor's Fate], and this has always had a low sense of existence. Passive skills can always play a vital role at critical moments.

Hearing Chen Ling's words, Liu Qingyan's figure trembled slightly. She lowered her head. Under her calm and cold appearance, she felt extremely happy inside... It was a kind of recognition of her own existence. Satisfaction, in the past ten years of her wandering, this may be something more precious than life.

"You come with me. If a fight breaks out, stay away."

"..." Liu Qingyan did not respond to this sentence, but asked softly, "If we go there like this, will they be on guard?"

The Jiangtian cultists gathered together were definitely different from just one or two people acting alone. It was indeed difficult for them to get close to them so rashly... Chen Ling lowered her head and pondered.

At this moment, from the corner of his eye, he saw a shadow centipede with a very familiar shape snaking out from the intersection of gray realms. A huge head was looking around, as if looking for the breath of the sighing wilderness.

He seemed to have thought of something and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"—Hey, broiler."

He suddenly shouted in a deep voice.

As if hearing the voice coming from Chen Ling's side, the shadow centipede slowly turned its head. When it saw Chen Ling's red opera robe clearly, its body shook violently and subconsciously stepped back...

Seeing this, Chen Ling approached it step by step, with a faint smile on her lips.

"Come, come here..."

"Don't worry, I won't eat you... I just have something to do with you."

…

Da da da……

The body of the skeletal beast was shattered bit by bit, and a figure wearing white clothes and holding an eight-foot ink pen calmly stepped over the disaster-ridden corpses on the ground, and the tide of ink slowly gathered under his feet.

Wisps of white air drifted from the corners of Lu Liangren's lips, and his eyes calmly swept around.

At the same time, the two sixth-level skeletons of Calamity, who were still watching not far away, were frightened by his gaze and kept retreating... as if they were seeing some kind of more terrifying monster.

"It's... endless." Lu Liangren frowned.

He clenched the eight-foot ink pen in his hand, and was about to kill the two disasters, when suddenly he seemed to sense something and turned his head to look in a certain direction.

"Is this... Ghost Mocking the Abyss? How could it be like this?" Lu Liangren was stunned, "Is there a traitor within the Jiangtian Sect?"

In the territory of the sighing wilderness, a ghostly abyss suddenly appeared. It was difficult for Lu Liangren to imagine that there was any other possibility besides the emergence of traitors within the Jiangtian Sect. Moreover, as the gray color spread crazily, several shadow monsters appeared. The outline is approaching here at an extremely fast speed!

When Lu Liangren saw this, the murderous intent in his eyes became even more intense.

"court death."

The ink tide under Lu Liangren's feet opened up again. Just when he was about to fight again, those shadow monsters passed directly by him and fought madly with the two skeleton disasters on the opposite side!

Lu Liangren:? ? ?