I Am Not The God Of Drama Chapter 1049

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Hiding

Unfinished building.

Chen Ling, whose consciousness returned to his body, slowly opened his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, Chen Ling vaguely heard someone let out a long sigh of relief. He got up and looked around, discovering that among the people present, only Han Meng’s face didn’t look too good…

“What’s wrong with you?” Chen Ling asked in confusion.

Han Meng didn’t answer, merely sizing up Chen Ling carefully a few times. After confirming that no wounds were left behind, he silently shifted his gaze away.

“So powerful, you can actually achieve Resurrection?” Sun Bumian pulled down his Round Sunglasses. The gaze he looked at Chen Ling with was like looking at a monster. “And you don’t even need to slumber, nor do you need to recultivate your Divine Path… Just what kind of demonic constitution do you have?”

“I can only do this occasionally, it’s not like I can be reborn anytime.” Chen Ling shook his head and said.

After undergoing death once, Chen Ling recalculated his newly grown four limbs. He had completely broken free from the Silver King’s control and was truly free.

A rumbling from afar broke the silence. The few people simultaneously turned their heads to look in the direction the explosion came from, only to see the Butcher and Tian Huai speeding past in the air, seemingly searching frantically for something in the surrounding blocks.

“It’s the Judgment Proxies.” Jian Changsheng spoke in surprise. “How did they get free?”

Chen Ling’s heart skipped a beat, his expression instantly becoming grave.

Did something happen to Senior Brother and Senior Sister?

Not long ago, the four Judgment Proxies were still pinned down by the four [K]s of the Ancient Vault of the Drama Path. Now they were moving so unscrupulously within the Wuji Domain, indicating that his martial brothers and sisters most likely encountered an accident…

The situation Chen Ling least wanted to see had still happened;

“Why are you guys still here?”

A voice came from the side, and the five people present were simultaneously stunned.

They searched around for quite a while but didn’t find where this voice came from, until Jiang Xiaohua reached out a hand and pointed in a certain direction. Only then did the crowd see a group of ants carrying scattered severed limbs, currently passing by the doorway of the unfinished building.

Those severed limbs were not fresh, but instead looked like parts dismantled from a zombie. If all of them were assembled, it seemed they could form an existence that Chen Ling was familiar with…

“Eight of Spades???” Chen Ling spoke in shock.

The person before his eyes was none other than the Dusk Society’s Eight of Spades who, when in the Wuji Domain, personally took off his own head and handed it to Chen Ling to let him hand over the task to the Fire-Stealers. And seeing this “dismembered” scene before their eyes, Jian Changsheng and the others who were seeing Eight of Spades for the first time widened their eyes even more, wearing expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

Only to see Eight of Spades’ head being carried at the very front by ants, staring straight at Chen Ling and the others, speaking with a serious face:

“The four [K]s were pinned down by Dao Foundation Secret Treasures. Right now, the Judgment Proxies are frantically catching people in the city… You guys should leave quickly. Your Ranks are low and your ability to flee for your lives is poor, be careful not to get caught by them.”

“Senior, you are…” Chen Ling couldn’t speak for a long while.

“Just some exclusive methods for fleeing for my life.” Eight of Spades replied without caring in the slightest. “Not just me, the other guys have also gotten serious… Facts prove that those four Judgment Proxies are not good at catching people. It’s been almost two minutes, and they haven’t caught a single member.”

Chen Ling: …

If the other members were also “fleeing separately” like you, there would be ghosts if the Judgment Proxies could catch anyone… But this also precisely proved the peak attainments of the Dusk Society members in disguise and fleeing for their lives.

“Why don’t you guys just retreat into the Gray World?”

“Because the Silver King is not dead yet.” Eight of Spades replied calmly. “Our goal is to send off the Silver King… Before he dies, we can flee for our lives, but we cannot retreat.”

“Send off the Silver King… Who gave this order?”

“The Red King.”

Chen Ling’s heart skipped a beat. “Is he here?”

“Who knows… The old man has always been a Divine Dragon Whose Head Is Seen But Not Its Tail. Perhaps he is waiting for an opportunity, or perhaps, he has always been in the dark.”

As the farmer flashed past rapidly in the distance, Eight of Spades frowned. The ants dragging his severed limbs suddenly accelerated, dragging different body parts separately and drilling into the nearby sewer.

“Six of Hearts, you are the target of our rescue this time, and your Rank isn’t high. No one will say anything if you retreat into the Gray World… While they haven’t caught you yet, you should leave quickly… Leave the rest to us.”

As the last word was spoken, Eight of Spades’ head vanished into the ground. Finally, there was even a wrist that stretched out and conveniently covered the manhole cover back up, not leaving any traces behind.

“Our Dusk Society… still has such a bizarre person??” Jian Changsheng held it in for a long time, finally squeezing out a sentence.

“Is there a possibility that everyone is very bizarre, you just didn’t notice?”

Sun Bumian shrugged.

Jian Changsheng glanced at the just-resurrected Chen Ling, Sun Bumian who had lived for an unknown number of years, and Jiang Xiaohua who was always searching for a suitable spot for being buried alive. His expression instantly became somewhat subtle… He suddenly realized that he seemed to be the only normal person in this organization.

“But what Eight of Spades said is right. Our Ranks are low. It would be terrible if we were caught by the Judgment Proxies… We should retreat quickly.” Sun Bumian distinguished the direction and walked toward the nearest edge of the Realm.

Jian Changsheng and Jiang Xiaohua followed closely behind, but after taking a few steps, Chen Ling slowly stopped his figure.

“What’s wrong, Hearts?” Jian Changsheng and the other two turned their heads, asking in confusion.

“You guys go first, I want to stay.”

Chen Ling paused for a moment. “In the final analysis, all this started because of me… The Red King, Senior Brother and Senior Sister, and the other Dusk Society members, they started a war with the Fire-Stealers to save me. If I escape while they fall into a predicament, then what am I?”

The trio of Jian Changsheng exchanged glances, falling into silence.

“But if you stay, you might not necessarily be able to help.” Sun Bumian pushed his sunglasses, speaking rationally, “Can you deal with four Judgment Proxies?”

“If it was before, no.”

Chen Ling’s eyes narrowed slightly. As a thought moved in his mind, an illusory Handgun was outlined under the sleeve of the Great Crimson Theatrical Robe. “But now… I might be able to.”

Hearing this answer, everyone was somewhat surprised.

To deal with four Rank 8s with the body of a Fourth Order, such words would be a fantasy if spoken by anyone else. But if the person speaking this sentence was Chen Ling, then it was completely different… If he said he could, then he really could.

“Since you are confident, then we’re not leaving!” Jian Changsheng gritted his teeth. “First deal with the Judgment Proxies, then fight the Silver King!”

Jiang Xiaohua: (｀皿´)ﾉ

Jiang Xiaohua imitated Jian Changsheng’s appearance, baring his teeth fiercely.

“Since none of you are leaving, then I have no objections.” Sun Bumian shrugged.

Finally,

Chen Ling’s gaze looked toward Han Meng, who had remained silent all along.

“What about you? You are not from the Dusk Society, there’s no need to be dragged into this.”

“What the people of the Dusk Society do has nothing to do with me.”

The black Enforcer windbreaker fluttered gently. Han Meng expressionlessly gripped the gun handle, speaking calmly:

“But judging the Silver King… I am very interested.”