I'm not a drama god

Stars Chamber of Commerce.

Outside.

A rickshaw passed through the commercial street and stopped slowly at the main entrance of the Chamber of Commerce. A man wearing a white woolen coat and a dark blue scarf around his collar got out of the car and casually took out a silver coin from his arms and threw it to Coachman.

When the coachman saw a silver coin falling on his hand, his eyes immediately dropped. A smile as bright as a chrysanthemum appeared on his face, and he nodded and bowed to send the distinguished guest away.

Chu Muyun stood at the door of Qunxing Chamber of Commerce. Looking at the empty door, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought...

No, the security at the door was very tight before. Why is there no one here this time?

Where are people? Where have all the people gone?

Chu Muyun walked to the door and rang the doorbell politely a few times, but there was still no answer. The booths used to stand guard were empty at the moment. If you listened carefully, you could vaguely hear the continuous sound of sirens coming from the depths of the manor. Outgoing...

"Did something happen in the Chamber of Commerce..." Chu Muyun pushed up the silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. Without thinking, he knew who was responsible for the commotion.

Now here comes the question... He came to the Stars Chamber of Commerce to fish for the kidnapped Chen Ling. Now that the entire chamber of commerce is in chaos because of him, does he still want to fish for people?

Chu Muyun hesitated at the door for a moment, then stretched out his hand and touched it gently on the iron door. The thick iron door was cut open instantly. The smooth and flat fracture seemed to have been cut by a scalpel, and suddenly collapsed at the unoccupied door... The open and empty road was just exposed in front of Chu Muyun's eyes.

"When I came here, the door was like this." Chu Muyun murmured to himself, "I saw no one at the door, so I walked in first... I was just passing by."

As he spoke, he stepped forward and walked slowly towards the chaotic Chamber of Commerce.

……

Amidst the piercing sirens, a figure in red quickly passed through the manor.

This figure was so conspicuous that the guards who were patrolling the manor immediately changed their direction and all chased towards the red color. A paper figure floated across the sky like a kite and rushed to the front, rapidly closing the distance from the man in red. reduce.

At this moment, the man in red also knew that he was completely surrounded, but his expression did not change much... In his eyes, there was only the interrogation room that was constantly approaching.

To him, life and death may be nothing. There are always some things that are more important than life and death.

He looked at the many guards surrounding him, his eyes flashing. He ran into the crowd without slowing down. In the confusion, he grabbed a sharp dagger with his backhand, stabbed it into his chest, and then slashed all the way down. Open, almost disemboweling the whole person!

The power of this knife is not just as simple as stabbing himself three times. As the blood spurts out, a large number of internal organs are exposed to the air, which will instantly put him on the verge of death!

The red opera robe was soaked in blood. His speed increased instead of slowing down, soaring several times more than before. His whole body was like a red lightning flashing through the crowd. As he ran at high speed, pieces of internal organs floated out of his body. , splashing on this bloody road.

Seeing this scene, all the chasing guards were dumbfounded. They had never seen such a bloody and strange scene. As the red clothes whizzed past, everyone was stunned on the spot and at a loss.

The man in red coughed violently, and his vitality declined rapidly. However, when [Blood Clothes] was pushed to the extreme, his speed was equal to that of the flying paper man for a moment, and he could not be caught up. At the same time, in the interrogation room, It was also approaching quickly in front of him.

Just when he was about to break into it, streaks of ink burst out from the void, and under countless intertwined strokes, a figure in black appeared in front of him out of thin air.

"Where else do you want to run?" The figure in black snorted coldly, "[Determine]."

As the last syllable sounded, a copybook floated out from his fingertips, and the characters on it faded away like burning. A powerful force of imprisonment instantly locked onto the running man in red!

The figure of the man in red was frozen in place instantly!

"You're just a second-level person, but you dare to act wild in the Stars Chamber of Commerce?" The figure in black said slowly, "Do you really think we are just decorations?"

The [Sealed Word] of the Western Order Shushen Dao was not something that the second-level man in red could break free from. He did not expect to see him here again. He stared at the black-clothed figure, his eyes full of Bloodshot.

During this brief pause, the paper figure had landed lightly behind the man in red. The terrifying aura of a west-level and a fifth-level man was suddenly suppressed on the shoulders of the man in red!

Under attack from both front and back, even if the man in red breaks free from the [Ding] word, he has nowhere to escape.

Not far away, a group of figures came slowly.

"Red clothes, changing face." The old housekeeper had a sullen face, staring at the figure in red clothes frozen in mid-air, "This reminds me of a person... However, he should be dead. He turned into ashes. I was also there that day.”

"This kid's methods are very evil. There may be some means of escape." The paper puppeteer replied hoarsely from the side.

"That's him! He's Chen Ling!!" Yan Xishou was supported by the old housekeeper, rubbing the back of his head with one hand, grinning in pain, "Just now he asked me something about my heart... He came to help him and His brother’s revenge.”

"No, I've seen Chen Ling. His face is not that young. This one is clearly just a teenager."

"Then who is he? Chen Yan?"

"But these two people have been dead for a long time. They have no hearts and no organs. Regardless of whether they are older brothers or younger brothers, how could they be here?"

"Who else is standing here? A revengeful evil spirit?"

"It would be nice if the Seven Regions hadn't fallen yet. We could send people to dig up where the corpses were buried to see how many corpses there were. Then everything would be clear."

"..."

After hearing the last sentence, the man in red's eyes shrank slightly...

He suddenly remembered that when he came to the mass grave, he had never dug out the soil with his own hands... In other words, he was about to dig out, but was stopped by Ayan who appeared in his mind and did not dig deeper.

If he had dug up that layer of frozen blood and soil, what would have appeared underneath?

Is it Chen Ling? Or Chen Yan?

still is……

Everyone seemed to be very curious about the identity of the man in red. The old housekeeper tried to compare his face with the face of Chen Ling who burned himself on the train, but could not find the slightest similarity. He frowned and looked at the unfamiliar face. The young face walked forward slowly and asked in a deep voice:

"You, who exactly are you?"

The man in red was locked in place by the word "Ding", and all his strength was mobilized. He struggled crazily to break away from the power of Shu Shen Dao, so that his whole body was trembling imperceptibly...

He slowly raised his blood-soaked eyes, stared at the old housekeeper for a long time, and smiled miserably.

"yes……"

"Who am I...?"