I'm not a theatre god

Candlelight flickered in the gloom.

Chen Ling read the words on the page bit by bit, matching everything in his memory. After confirming that there were no errors, he folded it up again and stuffed it back into the middle of the opera robe.

After doing all this, Chen Ling felt relieved. Dahong Xipao was lying on the soft bed, his eyes were staring at the dim ceiling at the head of the bed, with a glimmer of light in his eyes...

After a moment, he slowly closed his eyes...

I don’t know how long it took,

Outside the window shrouded in clouds, a strange glimmer of light slowly penetrated into the sleeping Chen Ling's mind, as if it was alive.

…

The huge second hand moves slowly on the ancient clock tower.

Behind the rotating hour hand is a huge circular glass window. A figure in linen clothes lit the kerosene lamp next to him, and the flickering light illuminated his cheek. It was Ying Fu.

He seemed to have noticed something, looking through the rotating hour hand towards the direction of the church in the darkness...

Ying Fu did not live in the church, but temporarily settled on the bell tower a few streets away from the church. This place is far enough away from the church that even the King of Silver cannot spy from time to time; but the bell tower is high enough that through the clock gap at the top, one can overlook the church from a distance...

Behind Ying Fu, Ah Qian was already lying on a simple folding bed, breathing evenly, as if she had fallen asleep.

In the darkness, Ying Fu stared at the church for a long time, then turned and walked towards the stairs of the bell tower.

"Your Majesty, do you want to go out now?"

Next to the handrail of the stairs, a figure respectfully took the kerosene lamp from Ying Fu's hand. The orange light illuminated his face, and Mo Lian's cheeks were lifted in the shadow.

Ying Fu nodded silently, as if he was afraid of disturbing Ah Qian who fell asleep.

Ying Fu went down the stairs, followed closely by Mo Lian holding a kerosene lamp. The two figures shuttled between the ancient bell tower and finally came to the silent street.

Only then did Ying Fu speak calmly:

"Mo Lian, how much has your memory recovered?"

"It's almost done." Mo Lian explained patiently, holding his cane.

"Baku Ye's [Borrowing the Moon], although it can steal memories, is just a "borrowing" after all. When I am far enough away from him and the time is long enough, the memory will gradually return... At the seventh level, he is not unlimited yet. Take away all my memories."

"Oh?" Ying Fu glanced at him,

"When I tested you, your memory had not returned. If you want to dig deeper, it was me who took advantage of others' danger... Now that your memory has returned, are you still willing to follow me?"

Before Mo Lian could speak, Ying Fu said again:

"If you don't want to, there's no need to force it. I can cancel the palace examination at any time and let you go free... I can explore this infinite realm alone."

"Your Majesty is joking." Mo Lian said solemnly, "The future your Majesty promised me is exactly what I want. It is something I can't get no matter how long I stay under the King of Silver... Besides, the King of Silver doesn't care at all. I just throw it away like garbage, why should I go back?

Although Your Majesty is currently weak, I believe that one day you will soar into the sky, and I am willing to bet this time. "

Ying Fu glanced at Mo Lian again and nodded slightly.

"The imperial examination is a contract. Since I have promised you a future, I will definitely fulfill it. Otherwise, I will be in ruins... You can rest assured about this."

"I believe your Majesty."

"How much do you know about the Silver King?"

Ying Fu finally got to the point.

Mo Lian thought for a moment and said truthfully, "He is very mysterious, and he seems to have lived for a long time. Even us thieves don't know much about him... According to rumors, when the King of Silver came to the demigods, he stole Take the path of stealing gods."

"The leader of the Stealing God Way, stole the Stealing God Way?"

"That's right... the first time he became a god, he took the Shinto as his own. Not only did he steal the abilities of all other Shinto-stealing ways [paths], but he also stole the "eighth level" of the Shinto-stealing Tao... So Since the day he became a god, there has been no "eighth level" in the Tao of Thieving God. No matter how talented the possessors of the Tao of Thieving God appear in the future, they can only be stuck at the "seventh level". "

Speaking of this, Mo Lian's eyes flashed with displeasure.

"Since he became a god, there has indeed never been an eighth-level thief god in the world... In fact, many of the five great thief saints are good enough to step into the eighth level, and even have the possibility of becoming a demigod, but now, the road is blocked by Bai Yin The king is broken. Whoever he wants to ascend to the eighth level can ascend to the eighth level, using this as a bait to let other thieves work for him.

It is precisely because of this that several Thief Saints actually have resentments towards the King of Silver, but they have all been stolen away by staying with the King of Silver all year round. "

Ying Fu snorted coldly, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.

The King of Silver did this simply because he wanted to monopolize the position of the demigod of the Stealing God Way and control the entire Stealing God Way at the same time. Facts have proved that he did indeed do it. The Fire Usurper is the only organization in the world based on a certain Shinto. Unlike the Twilight Society, where the power is dispersed, all power converges on the King of Silver, and even takes on a religious nature.

"Then how did he control those adjudicators?" Ying Fu asked the second key question.

"It's the eighth-level ability of the [Borrowing the Moon] path. He can steal the memories of multiple people at the same time, disrupt them and exchange them... But I don't know exactly how to do it. I'm not from this path. ”

Ying Fu was thoughtful.

"Your Majesty... do you want to destroy the Wuji Realm?" Seeing that Ying Fu was interested in this, Mo Lian hesitated for a long time and asked tentatively.

"Why should I destroy it?" Ying Fu said calmly, "The stronger the power of the King of Silver, the more chaotic this world will be. Only if the existing rules are broken can I have a chance... Now the relationship between me and the King of Silver The goals are indeed the same, and it is precisely because he knows this that he does not restrict my actions or steal my thoughts...

Otherwise, I would have become a prisoner like Chen Ling. "

Mo Lian nodded in realization.

"Then let's go now..."

"Now, there is nothing to do." Ying Fu walked to a deserted park and slowly sat down on a chair, like a casual walker resting on the street late at night.

Mo Lian was waiting beside him, and the light of the kerosene lamp was as bright and conspicuous as a star in the dark night.

"No need to do anything?" Mo Lian asked doubtfully, "You came out in the middle of the night just to enjoy the cool air? It's not hot in the Wuji Realm either."

"I am the [Emperor]." Ying Fu glanced at the dead and dark city around him and said slowly,

"As long as I am here, the Shinto who is destined to me will be driven by fate to get closer to me, just like you... What I have to do now is to wait for the opportunity to come."