I Am Not The God Of Drama Chapter 1448

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Red King’s Tears (2)

Sure enough.

This Nuo Mask figure was the Red King of the Fourth Generation World!

Chen Ling carefully observed this Nuo Mask figure, still feeling somewhat in disbelief… He originally thought the Red King of every world was of the Path of the Actor, but now it seemed that wasn’t the case… Red King was more like a codename.

“Red King…” Chen Yan muttered to himself.

The effect of the medicine gradually faded, and his consciousness gradually regained clarity. He immediately struggled:

“Why am I here? I… I want to go home! My Brother is having surgery today, I want to go home and wait for him… I want to take care of him!”

Chen Yan struggled down from the Nuo Mask figure’s embrace, turning around to run towards home, but the next moment, a hand grabbed his wrist.

“Do you… really want to see your Brother?” The voice under the Nuo Mask was somewhat deep.

“Alright, I’ll take you.”

Chen Yan was taken aback. Before he could say anything more, the Nuo Mask figure pulled him and took a step forward.

Buzz——

The moment the Nuo Mask figure stepped out, space and time seemed to stagnate around him. Within just a few short steps, he passed through the misty curtain of rain and arrived at a Mass Grave Mound.

At this time, the Mass Grave Mound had already been washed muddy by the rain, but a string of footprints could faintly be seen. It seemed someone had just been here… At the end of the footprints, a handful of fresh soil was gradually being soaked by the rain.

The Nuo Mask figure raised his hand, pointing at that pile of muddy, rotten soil:

“That… is your Brother.”

Chen Yan was stunned.

In the next second, he looked at this inexplicable Theatrical Robe figure in annoyance, “What are you talking about! I’m not joking with you here… my Brother should be in the hospital, I want to go find him!”

“I’m not joking with you.” The Nuo Mask figure’s tone grew deeper, “If you don’t believe me… go see for yourself.”

Chen Yan stared fixedly at him. After a moment, he still turned and walked towards the soil pile.

“Then I’ll look!”

“I don’t know who you are… but if you dare to curse my Brother, I definitely won’t let you off! In a while, you have to apologize to me and my Brother!”

Chen Yan was just preparing to casually dig twice at that soil pile to prove the Nuo Mask figure wrong, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a Shovel casually thrown not far away… He jolted slightly, picked up that Shovel, and found that there were still bloodstains on the edge of the Shovel.

For some reason, Chen Yan’s heart trembled slightly.

He gripped the Shovel tightly with both hands, then forcefully stabbed it into the mud. As handfuls of dirt were thrown aside, the bloodstains under his feet grew thicker!

Finally,

A bloodstained, tattered sack entered his line of sight.

Chen Yan froze in place.

He subconsciously raised his hand, reaching towards the tightly tied mouth of the sack…

“I don’t recommend you open it.” The Nuo Mask figure’s voice slowly transmitted over, “Sometimes, witnessing everything isn’t a good thing… it’s enough to just know a result.”

Chen Yan’s hands began to tremble slightly. He completely ignored the Nuo Mask figure’s reminder and opened the sack bit by bit…

A shriveled, blood-colored corpse resembling rotten mud entered Chen Yan’s line of sight.

His entire body began to tremble violently!

“This…”

“No… how is this possible???”

“Chen Tan and his wife originally wanted to take your heart to cure your Brother’s illness… but they didn’t expect that the group of so-called ‘Divine Witches’ and ‘Doctors’ they trusted were nothing but a bunch of organ traffickers.” The Nuo Mask figure’s voice was exceedingly calm,

“They killed your Brother, hollowed out all his organs, and dumped his corpse in the Wilderness… If I hadn’t saved you, you should be lying together with him right now.”

Chen Yan was struck as if by lightning!

Chen Ling’s gaze looked towards that Nuo Mask figure again, the doubt in his eyes growing thicker.

What exactly was the background of this Fourth Generation Red King? Why did he understand the development of events in District Three so well… Looking at that Nuo Mask, Chen Ling vaguely had some guesses in his heart, but didn’t dare to be certain.

“Why… why would it be like this??” Chen Yan nearly collapsed,

“My Brother just got sick, it’s not like he committed some huge mistake… why treat him like this?! You… since you came to save me, why couldn’t you have saved him together with me? Even… even if you just directly went to save him? If curing his illness needed my heart, I would’ve been willing to directly give it to him… Couldn’t you have directly gone to save him?”

“This is his destiny.” The Nuo Mask figure paused for a moment, “And you… you shouldn’t die.”

“Then he should die?!!”

“He got sick, he was originally meant to die.”

“Fear What the Hell!!!!”

Chen Yan roared hysterically in the rainy night. He was extremely furious. Having suffered a Loss of Control over his emotions, he directly charged towards the Nuo Mask figure.

But that Nuo Mask figure simply raised his hand lightly, grabbed Chen Yan’s collar, and directly lifted him up. Pale lightning flashed in the sky. Under the ferocious Nuo Mask, a pair of purple eyes stared at the enraged Chen Yan.

“Is there any use in venting your anger on me?”

“You are too weak, so weak that you don’t even have the qualifications to exchange blows with me!”

“I’m not the one who killed your Brother, nor am I the one who caused all these tragedies… If you really want to avenge your Brother, you should go punish those true villains!”

With a casual toss, the Nuo Mask figure threw Chen Yan onto the muddy earth. The torrential rain poured down on his Theatrical Robe, making him look utterly miserable.

“I…” Chen Yan’s lips trembled slightly.

“You can do it.” The Nuo Mask figure looked down at him in the rain, “I know you are a genius… an unparalleled genius in this world! You’ve rejected it so many times… this time, don’t miss it again.”

Chen Yan slowly looked up, only to see that amidst the rift of the thick rain clouds, a star resembling Vermilion Glaze silently lit up.

His fists clenched tightly!!

Rumble rumble——

Torrential rain and startling thunder intertwined.

On this night, that resplendent and magnificent Path of the Actor descended upon the Mass Grave Mound… This time, it wasn’t rejected. A rising star of the Path of the Actor, crowning the era, slowly rose amidst anger and despair.

The red-based, black-patterned Theatrical Robe and that black-purple Theatrical Robe fluttered silently on the Mass Grave Mound. Both their gazes were somewhat emotional…

He,

Had finally stepped onto this path belonging to him…

Both of them thought this way.

The surging Aura of the Path of the Actor gradually dissipated. A youth draped in a muddy Theatrical Robe slowly walked out from it… After the baptism of the Path of the Actor, Chen Yan’s gaze was as resplendent as a gemstone, yet also as cold as frost.

He looked down at the hollowed-out corpse beside him, his lips pursed slightly…

He leaned over and stroked the corpse’s cheek, his trembling fingertips closing those Dying With Eyes Wide Open eyes. Then, he personally scooped up the surrounding dirt with his hands and buried the corpse… His Brother was dead, and the deceased were to be respected. No matter what he was going to do afterwards, he hoped his Brother could rest in peace in the ground after death.

“Brother… I will make them pay the price.” Chen Yan’s voice was somewhat hoarse.

He slowly stood up, his gaze looking towards the direction of District Three…

The chilling killing intent in his gaze flickered sternly.

Under the watch of Chen Ling and the Nuo Mask figure, Chen Yan raised his hand and gently tore at his cheek… The face skin drifted into nothingness, and a face of Chen Ling covered his original appearance.

The Nuo Mask figure was taken aback, “You are…”

“They killed my Brother.” Chen Yan looked down at the puddle rippled by the rain. “Chen Ling’s” appearance stirred within it, completely shattered, “I will use this face… to make them pay the price.”

The Nuo Mask figure’s gaze looking at him was somewhat complex.

Chen Ling let out a long sigh in his heart…

He looked at the Theatrical Robe figure walking away step by step in the rainy night, and for a moment his heart was filled with mixed feelings…

Even in the Fourth Generation World, even without the performance conditions brought by the Theater, even without the guidance of the Red King… The Chen Yan of this era still made the same choice:

[Lose the person who loves you the most, and become him]