I'm not a drama god

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Shen Nan's figure shattered in front of Chen Ling. Chen Ling, who was almost suffocated by the pressure, only felt a flash before his eyes, and his body fell rapidly into the endless abyss!

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Boom——! !

Chen Ling suddenly sat up from the bed, like a drowning person who jumped out of the water at the last moment.

His chest heaved violently, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead... He looked as if he had just had a nightmare, and his face was as pale as paper.

Rumble.

Faint thunder rumbled outside the window, just like a nightmare that he could not escape even if he traveled through time; the raindrops hit the window, like a demon knocking at Chen Ling's heartstrings.

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Chen Ling sat there blankly for a long time before he lowered his head to look at his body, his eyes full of confusion.

"This is impossible..." Chen Ling's cracked lips slightly opened, "Something must have gone wrong... How could I..."

Shen Nan's last few words lingered in his ears like a nightmare. Chen Ling gritted his teeth, got out of bed, and without even putting on his shoes, stumbled towards the floor-length mirror.

Perhaps because her body was too tense, Chen Ling knocked over a wooden cabinet beside her, and the artworks fell to the ground with a clang.

But Chen Ling couldn't care less. He placed his hands on the edge of the mirror to steady himself, staring at himself in the mirror!

Sweat slid down the ends of his hair, and a pale face came into view.

Do not……

There is no point in looking at faces.

This body originally belonged to Chen Yan. My own time traveling across time was only the traveling of my soul.

He is Chen Ling, an intern director at Shangjing City Theater. When the red star passed across the sky, he was hit to death by the chandelier on the stage, and then traveled here... Chen Ling never doubted this, and this is also written at the beginning of the script.

His era belongs to three hundred years ago. His family, friends, and his past are all buried there. That is the reason that has supported Chen Ling step by step to where he is today. If even these are false, then what does he have left?

Chen Ling thought he had figured out everything, who he was, who this body was, the existence of Chen Yan, the existence of Yao... He had been tortured several times by the fear and pain from the bottom of his heart. He thought everything was over, but he never expected that the pain would come back like an inescapable nightmare.

Chen Ling didn't think any further. Deep down in his heart, he instinctively rejected Shen Nan's statement...

"Shen Nan must have mistaken the theater... or maybe the things in the archives are not real... that is not the history I am in, but a parallel time and space..."

Chen Ling tried his best to convince himself, and just when his mind was in a mess, there was a knock on the door!

dong dong dong-

"Mr. Chen, are you okay?" The maid's voice came from outside the door.

"I heard some noise in your room just now... Are you okay?"

This sentence directly brought Chen Ling back to reality. He suddenly realized that he was still in his old nest in the Wuji Realm, in another dangerous vortex. If he took a wrong step, he would fall into the abyss.

No time for pain, no way to rest,

Chen Ling looked at her pale self in the mirror, raised her index fingers stiffly, and forced a smile at the corners of her mouth...

click-

The door in front of the maid was gently opened.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Chen Ling smiled awkwardly with messy hair.

"I was sorting out medical-related documents last night, and I fell asleep on the table without realizing it... When I woke up, both my legs were numb and I almost fell to the ground when I stood up just now."

As Chen Ling spoke, he dragged his legs against the wall, his face full of soreness from numb legs. Behind him, questionnaires were scattered all over the ground.

The maid was speechless. She looked inside the room, opened the door and walked inside.

"You take a rest first, I'll help you clean up."

"well……"

Chen Ling said yes, moved her feet slightly, then froze at the door again with a sour look on her face, her expression extremely interesting.

The maid found it a little funny and her doubts were completely dispelled. She quickly helped Chen Ling tidy up the desk and then asked:

"You got up a little late today. Do you still want breakfast?"

"Yes, I'll go after a while."

"Ok."

After the maid left, Chen Ling slowly moved and closed the door again...

He rubbed his eyes tiredly, his eyes were bloodshot.

No matter what, Chen Ling could not accept Shen Nan's statement. Now that he has returned to this era, it is undoubtedly very difficult to prove that Shen Nan is wrong. After all, both the Shangjing City Theater and the list of victims of Chixing are data from three hundred years ago.

But the fear of the unknown is the most tormenting. Chen Ling cannot bear to wait for a month to find out the truth. That would drive him crazy.

"There must be a way to investigate..." Chen Ling muttered to himself.

He glanced at the Wuji Realm shrouded in dark clouds outside the window, as if he had made up his mind, grabbed the questionnaires, and walked out the door.

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"What did you say?"

Chi Tong had just finished making himself a cup of coffee when he suddenly looked up when he heard the report from his subordinates.

"We found traces of the Rat Gang." The Fire Usurper said solemnly, "After those wizards kidnapped Fang Liangye last time, we have been investigating and searching around the area where they disappeared. We compared their escape route last time and found some clues...

They seem to be using the underground drainage system of the Wuji Realm to hide."

Chi Tong frowned tightly.

"You mean... they're hiding in the sewers?"

"It's very possible."

"Humph, they are indeed a group of rats."

"Lord Chitong, what should we do next? Should we conduct a thorough inspection of the underground drainage system?"

"..." Chi Tong pondered for a moment, his face solemn, "It rains all year round in the Wuji Realm, and the underground drainage system is even more complicated. Moreover, because it was built too old, the drawings of some areas are not comprehensive...

We have just arrived in the Wuji Realm not long ago, but most of those rat gangs are wizards who were born and raised in the Wuji Realm. They are too familiar with the terrain. If we conduct a rash search, we will probably only alert the enemy.

Damn, if only there was a local who was familiar with the Rat Gang…"

Just as Chi Tong was worried, a maid walked to the table.

"Master Chitong, that person wants to see you again..."

"Who?" Chi Tong's train of thought was interrupted and his tone was a little impatient.

"Chen Ling, he said he wanted to come to you to report on the medical situation. Didn't you sneak away last night... oh no, to rest early?" The maid asked tentatively, "Do you need me to help you get out of it again?"

Chen Ling……

A gleam of light flashed in Chi Tong's eyes.

"No...let him in."