I Am Not The God Of Drama Chapter 916

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Six of Clubs

Bai Ye fell silent.

In all his years of work, he had never seen such an unbelievable scene… Even if this scene appeared in a dream, he would find it absurdly outrageous.

But looking at the serious expressions of Chen Ling’s trio, he roughly guessed what had happened, and his expression instantly became somewhat helpless.

He slowly extended two fingers:

“First, the Dusk Society is not a group of bandits. We do not rely on primitive and crude methods like kidnapping to recruit new members.”

“Second…”

“They’ve gone this far, Six of Clubs, are you really not going to resist at all?”

Hearing the first point, Chen Ling’s trio felt their actions might indeed be somewhat inappropriate. Just as they were thinking about how to remedy the situation, Bai Ye’s second sentence directly fried the brains of all three.

Where did Six of Clubs come from?

Chen Ling and Sun Bumian reacted first. A possibility they had never considered flashed through their minds. Their expressions instantly became incredibly colorful as they stiffly looked up…

Even though Jiang Xiaohua was nearly carried off and sold by the three of them, he still had a peaceful appearance.

He overlapped his hands over his belly button, looked at the light gray clouds above, and spoke faintly:

“I thought they were going to bury me back…”

Bai Ye: …

“You… you-you-you-you… you’re Six of Clubs?!!” Jian Changsheng finally reacted, his eyes wide with shock.

“Wait… Path of the Witch God, ‘autistic’, ‘withdrawn’, ‘crawling in the shadows’, and… holy crap, ‘getting close will cause misfortune’ was actually meant literally?!”

The three directly let go, and Jiang Xiaohua’s heavy body landed on the ground with a thud, smashing cracks into the surface.

Jiang Xiaohua sat up reluctantly and let out a long sigh.

“You’re Six of Clubs, why didn’t you say so earlier?” Chen Ling couldn’t help but ask.

“…” Jiang Xiaohua was silent for half a minute. Just as the three were about to lose their patience, he finally whispered, “You guys didn’t ask either…”

Chen Ling’s trio: …

“So, you knew who we were all along??” Sun Bumian clicked his tongue.

“Mhm.” Jiang Xiaohua nodded slightly. “I climbed out of the dirt and saw you guys fighting… You’re just like the rumors.”

Jiang Xiaohua raised his bandage-wrapped finger and pointed at Chen Ling, Sun Bumian, and Jian Changsheng in turn:

“Thespian, lion, fool.”

Jian Changsheng: ???????

“You’re the fool, your whole family are fools!!” Jian Changsheng flew into a rage.

Chen Ling was also a bit speechless. He never expected that after going in circles for so long, Jiang Xiaohua was actually one of their own… Fortunately, he didn’t just kill him to silence him earlier, otherwise…

Just as Jian Changsheng was about to have a life-and-death duel with Jiang Xiaohua, Bai Ye seemed to sense something and looked in a certain direction.

“Huh…”

Bai Ye narrowed his eyes, and with a flicker of his figure, he rushed into the dispersing dust.

Seeing this, Chen Ling and the others didn’t care to say anything else and successively set off to follow.

…

A-Qian tightly gripped the hem of the youth’s clothes, walking somewhat fearfully on the Gray World earth. Suddenly, the youth in front stopped abruptly, causing A-Qian to fail to brake in time and bump heavily into the youth’s waist with a thud.

“Brother Xiao Li… why did you suddenly stop?”

She rubbed her head while peeking forward. Through the hazy dust, she saw a man wearing a White Baseball Cap blocking their path, exuding a terrifying aura… At the same time, four figures successively stepped out from behind.

Seeing the Great Crimson Theatrical Robe among them, A-Qian’s heart trembled, and her small face instantly turned deathly pale!

“Interesting…” Bai Ye carefully scrutinized the linen-clothed youth. “Emperor Wu is dead, and the Ancient Vault of the Imperial Path has been severed… Yet an ‘Emperor’ still managed to appear?”

“Hearts, isn’t this the person you wanted to kill?” Jian Changsheng’s voice followed.

“He’s quite lucky. The Ancient Vault of the Imperial Path was destroyed, and he actually survived…”

“But, he seems very weak right now…”

Bai Ye, Chen Ling, Sun Bumian, Jian Changsheng, Jiang Xiaohua… The five people were like an insurmountable wall blocking the path of the youth and A-Qian. The aura exuded by every single person was enough to massacre the current youth.

Without subjects, and not being in the Ancient Vault of the Imperial Path, the Rank of the “Emperor” was only at the Third Tier.

The youth looked at the scene before him, his expression incredibly solemn…

“What do you say, Hearts.” Jian Changsheng stretched his muscles and bones, sneering like a vicious lackey in a villainous faction. “Shall we kill him?”

That Great Crimson Theatrical Robe slowly stepped forward and stopped in front of the youth.

Chen Ling wasn’t surprised that Li Fu had become an “Emperor,” but he didn’t expect that in such a short time, such a massive change could occur in Li Fu… The “Li Fu” before him was exactly the same as the “Ying Fu” Chen Ling had encountered in the Timeline Save File, both in appearance and temperament.

But the current Li Fu was all alone, and even had the child A-Qian with him… Meanwhile, behind the Thespian Emperor at this moment stood not only the other three Sixes of the Dusk Society but also a Seventh-Rank Thief Saint.

The teams of the two “Emperors” were worlds apart.

The youth’s eyes met Chen Ling’s gaze. A light breeze swirled up between the two…

The two Emperor’s Fates both sensed the other’s presence, and hostility naturally arose in each other’s hearts… This hostility was an instinct from the depths of their souls, a repulsive force of non-recognition between the two fates.

The so-called “King Does Not Meet King” was precisely this.

Seemingly frightened by the hostility in Chen Ling’s eyes, A-Qian subconsciously gripped the youth’s wrist tightly, tears welling up in her eyes again… She didn’t understand why, after she and Brother Xiao Li had narrowly escaped death and experienced so many disasters, they still ended up in the hands of this big bad guy in red.

Chen Ling glanced at A-Qian, looked back into the youth’s eyes, and after a long silence, calmly spoke:

“…Let them go.”

“Hearts, you’re really not going to make a move? This isn’t like you,” Jian Changsheng asked in confusion.

“He won’t die now… Let him go.”

Chen Ling waved his hand and walked to the side. Since Chen Ling had no objections, the others naturally didn’t care either, just like that clearing a path for the youth and A-Qian.

Seemingly not expecting Chen Ling to just let him leave like this, the youth frowned at Chen Ling, not knowing what he was thinking.

“We still do not know your name,” he said in a deep voice.

“Me?” Chen Ling’s heart stirred, and he immediately spoke,

“My name is Jian Wu…”

“His name is Chen Ling!! Six of Hearts Chen Ling!” Jian Changsheng knew something was wrong and immediately shouted.

Chen Ling: …

“Six of Hearts Chen Ling.” The youth nodded slightly. “We will remember…”

The youth didn’t stay any longer. Holding A-Qian’s hand, he walked forward…

“I’ve already stated my name, what about you?” Chen Ling’s voice then sounded. “Should I call you Li Fu, or…”

“We, are Ying…”

The youth felt the warmth coming from his palm and paused for a moment.

In this instant, no one knew what he thought, nor did anyone know what kind of struggle his soul went through. He lowered his eyes and continued walking forward.

“Ying… Fu.”