I'm not a theatre god

The infinite realm.

The drizzle hit the glass-like dreamy church windows, making a slight rustling sound. Chen Ling slowly came out of the prayer room, her red opera robe particularly eye-catching among the Western-colored corridors.

There was still some time before the dinner started. Chen Ling didn't want to stay in this church with the King of Silver and Lou Yu. He would rather let the cold rain soak his body than go out to take a breath.

Before Chen Ling could take two steps, another figure walked out of the prayer room and also walked towards the door of the church.

Chen Ling looked back and saw that it was Ying Fu...

He looked back expressionlessly and continued to move forward.

"Chen Ling." Ying Fu spoke proactively.

Chen Ling stopped and said,

"……What's up."

"There is one thing that I still don't understand." Ying Fu paused for a moment, "Why do you shout out my name as soon as you see me in the Imperial Palace? You have never met me, so why do you hug me? Have murderous intentions?"

As soon as Chen Ling entered the Imperial Ancient Tibetan Library, she went for "Ying Fu". Li Fu may not have thought deeply about it before, but when he became Ying Fu, he found that everything was closing in a strange way... Under Ying Fu From his perspective, Chen Ling is like a prophet who has already seen through everything.

Even though he was brought here by the King of Silver and put in an infinite dilemma, Ying Fu remained calm and composed, but he couldn't figure it out... He might be able to see through everything, but he couldn't see through Chen Ling.

Chen Ling guessed that he was going to ask this question and just replied calmly:

"Why should I tell you?"

Ying Fu's brows wrinkled slightly.

It was naturally impossible for Chen Ling to explain the USB flash drive and the era archive to him. They may not know the existence of this thing yet, and it was even more impossible for Chen Ling to tell him that you would hunt me down in the era archive in the future...

Times archive...

Thinking of this, Chen Ling had a thought in her mind and fell into thinking.

He ignored Ying Fu and just walked to the church door. Just as he was about to push the door open and go out, an invisible force was like a wall, forcibly separating him from the door!

Chen Ling took half a step back and looked at the door with a solemn gaze...

at the same time,

Ying Fu's figure walked up to him.

"It seems that the King of Silver does not intend to let you leave this church." Ying Fu glanced at Chen Ling, then glanced at the prayer room at the end of the long corridor, "This church is a prison... You, and that What Lou Yu... is a trapped beast in a cage."

After saying that, Ying Fu pushed hard on the doorknob with his palm, a low creaking sound sounded, and the church door slowly opened in front of him.

The rain, accompanied by the cold wind, swept in from the open door and wetted the clothes of Ying Fu and Chen Ling;

Chen Ling frowned and tried to move forward, but there was always an invisible force hindering him, preventing him from leaving this church... Just as Ying Fu said, the King of Silver would not allow him to leave this church.

"Why can you?" Chen Ling frowned.

"Why should I tell you?"

Ying Fu walked out of the church and walked down the steps step by step. The glaze-colored light from the church window reflected his back, and the doors on both sides slowly closed.

At the same time, after a moment of silence, Ying Fu turned around again...

"Chen Ling." Ying Fu said calmly, "No matter what happens in the Imperial Collection, now, you and I are both behind bars..."

Boom——

The church doors were completely closed.

Chen Ling was trapped behind the door, with Ying Fu's words just now echoing in her mind...

Being in prison not only refers to Chen Ling who is under house arrest in the church, but also refers to Ying Fu himself... Although Ying Fu has the authority to travel freely in the Wuji Realm, this is still the domain of the King of Silver. The King of Silver has a thought. In between, he can still influence his life and death.

The difference between Ying Fu and Chen Ling is that he is locked in a relatively spacious cage.

Ying Fu's last words and his eyes were full of meaning... Although he didn't say anything, Chen Ling could feel the subtle attitude in his words.

No matter what happened before, now you and I are in a cage... We are in the same predicament, maybe... we can help each other?

Chen Ling's expression was a little subtle.

It can only be said that the Chinese language is profound and profound. Ying Fu only objectively analyzed the situation between the two parties, but he could invisibly convey a vague attitude to Chen Ling... Even if the foreigner King of Silver heard their conversation, he might not be able to understand it. The deep meaning of this.

It seems that Ying Fu's attitude towards the Silver King is not that simple after all!

Chen Ling meditated for a long time in front of the closed door. As soon as he turned his head, his eyes shrank subconsciously... At some point, the Silver King in a shirt and vest was standing behind him with a smile.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Chen." The Silver King shrugged.

"I just forgot to mention that for safety reasons, unless I specifically request it, you'd better not leave the church alone... But don't worry, someone will prepare all your daily needs for you... As for the room, I It’s already been cleaned.”

The King of Silver clapped his hands gently, and a woman in a long skirt came from behind, like a maid in the Victorian era, and bowed respectfully to Chen Ling.

"Take Mr. Chen to his room."

"yes."

The maid made a greeting gesture to Chen Ling.

Chen Ling glanced at the Silver King coldly and did not refuse. Instead, she brushed the sleeves of her opera robe and walked straight to the other side of the church.

Chen Ling followed the maid and walked deep into the church. Several arched doors were lined up one after another, like special accommodation rooms.

The maid opened one of the doors,

"This is your room."

The room was larger than Chen Ling had imagined. Although the floor was made of large stone bricks, it was smooth and flat. The dim light from the arched glazed windows of the church did not make it look dull.

The simple Western-style kerosene lamps illuminated other corners of the room, making Chen Ling feel as if he was in an ancient castle.

If this was the cell where he was imprisoned, then at least the cell looked quite comfortable... With the Silver King's pursuit of quality of life, even a cell must be exquisite and elegant.

After sending Chen Ling here, the maid closed the door and turned away.

Chen Ling, wearing a bright red costume, walked through the faint light of the kerosene lamp and stopped in front of several huge windows...He looked at the dim city shrouded in rain and murmured to himself:

"Abyss..."

Chen Ling still remembered the look Bai Ye gave him at that time...and the word "abyss" he said.

Chen Ling didn't know why Bai Ye called the Fire Usurper the Abyss, nor did he know why he betrayed the Fire Usurper, but since Bai Ye, a dignified seventh-level thief saint, described it this way, he believed that there must be some kind of horror hidden here.

But Chen Ling still had too little information. When he arrived at the Wuji Realm today, he didn't see anything except the Silver King, Lou Yu, Ying Fu, and a maid... It seemed that this place was always dull and lonely. The rain and everything under the church seemed to hide some secrets, which made Chen Ling feel uneasy.