I'm not a theatre god

"What did you say?"

Chi Tong suddenly stood up from his chair, "He walked back from District 9 alone?"

"Yes, we just got the news." A usurper answered immediately, "The employees of the manufacturing plant heard a loud noise from the warehouse, so they all walked out and saw a man in a red robe holding a head, walking out covered in blood..."

"Head?? Whose head?"

"The 8 of Spades."

Hearing this, Chi Tong finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Why is he alone? Where is Xu Jia?"

"I don't know yet. Our people are already investigating the scene. We didn't dare to go to Chen Ling. We are waiting for you to make a decision!"

"When did it happen? Why didn't you notify me earlier!"

"Just a few minutes ago... You said not to go in and disturb you when you were interrogating that person." The usurper answered cautiously.

"Quick, go pick up Chen Ling! No... Forget it, you are too slow, I will go by myself."

After Chi Tong finished speaking, he flew out of the church and rushed straight to the direction of the manufacturing plant.

The wind swept across Chi Tong's cheeks. He flew across the sky of the Wuji Realm at an astonishing speed. Since the Silver King had entrusted this matter to him, he must not mess it up... Fortunately, Chen Ling successfully killed Spade 8, and the Destroyer did not appear. Everything should be similar to expectations.

Before Chi Tong found Chen Ling, he saw several fire usurpers coming out from the direction of the factory, as if they were going back to the church to report.

"Wait!" Chi Tong shouted.

"Lord Chi Tong."

"What's the situation at the scene?"

Several fire usurpers looked at each other, all a little nervous, but after hesitating for a moment, they still spoke truthfully:

"We found a lot of traces of zombies appearing at the scene... Spade 8 should have launched a fierce counterattack before he died."

"Fierce counterattack?!" Chi Tong cursed, "What's wrong with you? Didn't I tell you to beat him to death first? You can't do such a small thing?!"

"When we dragged him out of the dungeon, he was really only one breath left... We underestimated Spade 8's recovery speed."

"A bunch of idiots!! Where is Xu Jia?! Let him come to see me!"

"Xu Jia..."

Several fire usurpers hesitated for a moment, but still whispered, "We found Xu Jia's body at the scene... His body seemed to have been torn apart by the zombies."

The anger on Chi Tong's face became stronger and stronger. He glared at the three people fiercely, and the next moment, three hearts appeared in his palm out of thin air.

"If you can't do your job well, what's the point of having you?"

Before the three people could beg for mercy in fear, Chi Tong crushed three hearts. The three fire usurpers who were responsible for escorting and dragging Spade 8 away lost their breath on the spot and fell to the ground dully.

Chi Tong snorted coldly, swept his eyes around, and continued to search for Chen Ling's traces.

But even though Chi Tong had run all the way from the manufacturing plant in District 9 to the church, he still didn't see Chen Ling's shadow, and his heart suddenly fell to the bottom of the valley...

Xu Jia's death is a small matter, just a fire usurper, but if Chen Ling is missing, the nature is completely different...The Silver King can make him into fur just like he killed several fire usurpers just now.

Cold sweat broke out on Chi Tong's forehead. Just when he was extremely anxious, he suddenly seemed to think of something!

"Quick, help me check where that Xiaoyu was buried!"

Chi Tong gave an order, and a large number of fire usurpers went to retrieve the case files for him. After a while, an address was delivered to Chi Tong.

Chi Tong glanced at the position above, and immediately crossed the sky and rushed to the other side of the Wuji Realm.

...

Soon after.

A simple cemetery appeared in front of Chi Tong.

Chi Tong's eyes swept down, searching along the large number of tombstones, and finally saw a familiar figure in the distance...

Chi Tong's heart suddenly relaxed, slowly floated to the ground, lightened his steps, and walked towards the figure with his back to him.

"...Chen Ling?" Chi Tong asked tentatively.

The blood-covered figure stood alone in front of the tombstone, drops of blood slid from the wound, and a pool of blood formed under his feet.

"Do you remember, Chi Tong?" Chen Ling's hoarse voice sounded, "Back then, the two of us got drunk in the dormitory... You asked me what I wanted most in this life, what did I say at that time?"

Chi Tong was stunned.

Chi Tong, who originally wanted to question Chen Ling, was caught off guard for a moment. He almost forgot that his character in Chen Ling's memory was a brother who slept on the upper and lower bunks in the workshop back then... He tried hard to turn his mind around and adapt to his current role identity.

"I... I was drunk at the time and can't remember clearly what you said?"

"What I want most in my life is to seek justice for Xiaoyu." Chen Ling took a deep breath and slowly placed the Spade 8 head in his hand in front of Xiaoyu's tombstone. His hands were still shaking slightly...

"Today, I did it."

Chen Ling's tone was very firm, as if he was telling Xiaoyu under the tombstone, as if he was responding to his past self.

Chi Tong held his breath for a long time, not knowing what to say, and could only nod stiffly, "Well, you did it..."

"I have no regrets."

Chen Ling looked back at Chi Tong and said solemnly, "For the rest of my life, I will fight for the residents of Wuji Realm... You should also work harder and realize your dream sooner."

"My... dream?" Chi Tong asked tentatively, "What is my dream?"

"Marry Xiao Ran."

"Oh... yes, of course it's this." Chi Tong laughed dryly.

Chen Ling was silent for a moment, and then spoke again, "And... Xu Jia..."

Before Chi Tong could say anything, Chen Ling's eyes began to turn red, and he spoke hoarsely, "I was careless at the time... I kicked open the door, but I didn't expect the thieves from the Twilight Society to hide behind it... Xu Jia was surrounded by zombies to protect me... I tried my best to kill the thieves from the Twilight Society and save him, but when I cut off the thieves' heads... he had already..."

"Xu Jia is a good man. I warned him to be careful of the Twilight Society, but he didn't listen... It's all my fault..."

Before coming here, Chi Tong had already guessed the ins and outs of the matter. When he heard Chen Ling's retelling, an expression of "as expected" appeared in his eyes...

His eyes fell on the head of Spade 8 in front of the tombstone, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

In any case, the task of letting Chen Ling kill Spade 8 personally was completed, and sacrificing a little Xu Jia was nothing at all.

"You have tried very hard, Chen Ling." Chi Tong put himself into the role and patted Chen Ling on the shoulder, "Let's go back... Your injuries are too severe, I'll find someone to heal you."

"Thank you."

"We are brothers who sleep on the upper and lower bunks, why are you being polite."

The two figures walked slowly out of the cemetery. Chi Tong was still immersed in the fear of barely completing the task, while Chen Ling looked back reluctantly, looking at Xiaoyu's tombstone with tears in his eyes...

He was like an actor who was about to bow on the stage, looking at the audience; he was also like the undiscovered real murderer in a horror movie, looking back at the audience in front of the screen;

The red robe danced lightly in the wind, and Chen Ling's mouth curled up into a tingling smile.