I'm not a theatre god

"Liu Town is ahead."

Chen Ling looked at the familiar outline of the house in the distance and spoke calmly.

"We're finally here." Jian Changsheng moved his shoulders, "We've crossed most of the world, right? If we don't arrive again, everyone will be tired from walking."

"But this Liu Town seems to be no different from other towns..."

"No."

Mei Hua J narrowed her eyes slightly and landed on the nearest dead tree. If she looked carefully, she could find extremely fine silk threads swaying in the wind on its surface.

"Although the illusion of the world here has been shattered, there seems to be something hidden under the surface of the illusion."

Bai Ye nodded slightly:

"These threads still have the aura of the Ao Shinto chief. They should have been secretly hidden here before the floating paintings started to create illusions hundreds of years ago... It seems that the chief attaches great importance to this place."

"What's so special about this place? Can the chief leave special means?" Jian Changsheng frowned slightly, "Besides, when we go in, we won't be treated as enemies and attacked directly, right?"

"It shouldn't be so. These threads seem to have a special triggering mechanism. As long as we don't act rashly, it will be fine."

"It seems that the 6 of hearts guessed it right. This is indeed the safest place."

Everyone walked slowly along the dim bluestone road. The surrounding houses were empty, and the whole town was lifeless.

Chen Ling glanced around, her expression a little complicated.

This is his third time entering Liu Town.

The first time he came, Chen Ling had just escaped from the aurora realm of human purgatory. When he saw the beautiful mountains and clear waters, the tranquility and tranquility, he was surprised that there was such a pure land in this troubled wasteland; when he came the second time, he had already He is a prisoner of floating paintings. Although the beautiful scenery remains the same, it reveals a mystery; the third time he comes, everything has changed beyond recognition.

Chen Ling witnessed the blade of the times with his own eyes, peeling off the mask of the world layer by layer, and finally exposed the cruel truth under the beautiful skin... In a sense, he is a witness to everything.

"The situation over there in the main city of Hongchen is not good."

Chu Muyun looked at the sea of ​​​​fire in the distance and frowned slightly.

"There are only so many people in Fushenge. Facing the attacks from the Witchcraft Association and those silver weirdos, how can they withstand them?" Bai Ye shook his head, "Even if they gather their combat power as much as possible and borrow the main city It is difficult to hold on for too long if we have to defend the terrain...

Unless Chief Fu Sheng Hui breaks out suddenly and kills Wuji Lord, the extinction of the world of mortals is already a certainty. "

"This realm funeral is another big job..."

"Find a place to rest first. When the main city is almost ready, we should start working."

Everyone came to an uninhabited house with an open door and rested directly there. Compared with the main city with flames in the distance, this place was as quiet as an isolated island.

Liu Qingyan did not enter the house. She glanced in a certain direction in Liu Town, her face full of worry and uneasiness. After saying goodbye to Chen Ling for the time being, she hurried there.

Chen Ling also knew a little about Liu Qingyan's life experience. In his early years, his family went bankrupt due to poor management and owed huge debts. His parents fell ill and were unable to repay them. Liu Qingyan's income in the main city of Hongchen was basically used to pay off his father's debts. And the reason why she followed everyone from Dusk Society all the way to Liu Town was because her home was here.

8 of clubs, 9 of hearts, and Liu Qingyan left one after another. The originally huge Dusk Club team suddenly became deserted, and Chen Ling had no intention of sitting here and waiting.

Wearing a bright red opera robe, he stood at the door of the house, his eyes drifting towards the direction of Li Qingshan's house.

Chen Ling and the others spent a lot of time walking along the way. If nothing unexpected happened, Li Qingshan, Huang Xuyue, Kong Baosheng and others should have arrived in Liuzhen long ago and gathered at Li Qingshan's house.

"I'm going out."

Chen Ling walked into the drizzle.

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Chen Ling walked forward alone along the familiar bluestone road.

He remembered this road. When he fainted in the forest and was rescued by Li Qingshan, the creaking cart passed by here... At that time, the "Red Mane Horse" casually sung by Tsing Yi seemed to still be there. It echoes in the memory, but wherever you look, there is only desolation and deathly silence.

The world of mortals is gone forever;

As Bai Ye said, the extinction of the world of mortals is almost a foregone conclusion. From Chen Ling's perspective, this makes it even more meaningless for Plum Blossom 8 to step forward at this time.

We know that it is extremely difficult to win a war, and we know that even if we intervene, nothing will be changed. Why do we rush to do it? As the number one genius of Qing Shin Dao, he has a bright future, but he insists on risking his own life... Chen Ling really doesn't understand.

Sit back and watch the mortal world go extinct, recover the bodies of the Nine Lords, complete the task step by step, and finally reverse the era... This is the most efficient, direct, and safe way.

Chen Ling doesn't care about the life and death of those in the world of mortals, and he doesn't want to be bound by emotions like Plum Blossom 8...

He just wants to move forward towards the ultimate goal and the most efficient way.

Tick ​​tock—tick tock—

The drizzle rolled down from the withered treetops, creating ripples in the puddles.

Chen Ling stopped in front of the door of Li Qingshan's house.

Chen Ling looked around and frowned unconsciously...

"What's going on...has Huang Xuyue not arrived yet?"

As the chairman of the Huang Group, Huang Suyue would not escape alone. She should at least bring Uncle Quan, a few bodyguards, and some property with her... Chen Ling thought she would come by car, but looking around, there was not a single car in Liu Town.

He temporarily suppressed his doubts and knocked on the door gently. The crisp sound echoed in the courtyard, shaking off a withered tree branch next to the door.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

After waiting for half a minute, there was still no movement behind the door.

Chen Ling's brows were getting tighter and tighter. He pushed the door open with force. With a low creaking sound, an empty courtyard appeared in front of him.

"... No one?" Chen Ling was stunned.

Chen Ling subconsciously looked up at the sky. According to the time, even if Li Qingshan and others were slow, they should have arrived by now... How could there be no one?

Li Qingshan has already set foot on the Xishen Road, and it is not a problem for him to escape with Kong Baosheng; Huang Suyue should also have the bodyguards of the Xishen Road, so she should not be in danger...

Could it be that something happened on the way and delayed him?

Chen Ling hesitated for a moment, but still sat down on the wooden chair in the courtyard, looking outside the courtyard door and began to wait.

Chen Ling felt that he had told them that Liuzhen was the safest, and now there was a war in the main city, so they had no reason not to come;

One minute, five minutes, ten minutes...

The sky in the distance was burning in the war,

The drizzle in Liuzhen fell in the silence,

A bright red opera robe swayed silently under the dead branches, he walked from Jinghong Tower to Liuzhen, from the actor on the stage to here step by step, becoming a spectator watching the fire from the other side of the river, he always maintained absolutely correct rationality,

But unknowingly...

He was alone.