I'm not a drama god

As soon as these words came out, the other two law enforcement officers rushed over like arrows.

"Is there anyone left alive?!"

"Wait...why is it him?"

When the two of them saw Chen Ling, the only one who still had a trace of breath left, their eyes were filled with astonishment.

"He must have had his lower abdomen cut open during the battle, and he lost too much blood." The law enforcement officer looked at Wuwei hesitantly, "If we ignore his words, he is really going to die..."

"Should we save him or not?"

Everyone who entered the ancient Tibetan area died. Only Chen Ling, who they thought would die, actually managed to save a life. At this moment, they lamented in their hearts the impermanence of fate and were a little undecided.

"Save or not?" Wuwen Law Enforcement Officer yelled angrily, "Are you crazy?! There is only one member of the entire law enforcement team. If he dies, who will explain to Aurora City what happened here?!

save! ! at all costs! Save him for me! ! "

The two law enforcement officers began to rescue Chen Ling on the spot, but they did not have rescue equipment on hand, so they could only give him a simple bandage, and then took him away from Bingdao Guzang quickly.

As everyone left, Hōdō Kozo fell into a dead silence again...

In the wilderness strewn with corpses, wisps of murderous aura extend from the deepest part of the black giant sword, entangled around one of the corpses like a snake, and rush into it crazily.

After a few short seconds;

Jian Changsheng's dark red pupils suddenly opened!

……

Dark center of the stage.

Chen Ling, who was wearing a red opera robe, slowly opened her eyes.

"Huh..." He subconsciously touched his lower abdomen with his hand, and breathed a sigh of relief as if relieved.

In order to deceive the three law enforcement officers, Chen Ling had no choice but to commit seppuku, the slowest and most painful way of committing suicide. If he shot himself in the head, he would be resurrected very quickly. Maybe the law enforcement officers would not find him. He, he has already repaired his wounds.

Only the method of death through blood loss can prolong the death process to the maximum extent, and even if it is resurrected later, it will not be shocking. However, the disadvantage is... this method of death is too painful.

"It's still a pleasure to have a broken head."

Chen Ling slowly climbed up from the stage, and his eyes fell on the audience. Although the confrontation between the audience and Huangzhong just now was a bit unexpected, it seems that nothing has changed so far... Those countless pairs of scarlet eyes are still Watched him neatly.

Chen Ling was used to this kind of strange gaze. He walked directly to the screen and looked down.

After he committed suicide by bleeding, the audience's expectations dropped by 50%, from 72% to 22%, on the verge of losing control... The good news is that at this moment, in the lower right corner of the screen, the logo of a treasure chest once again appeared Flashing.

Chen Ling reached out and tapped the treasure box.

Deng Deng Deng-!

Along with the exciting music, a table appeared out of thin air in the center of the stage. On the white paper in the center of the table, a few lines of small words quickly appeared:

"Congratulations on completing your play, "No One Survived."

"The highest expectation of the audience for this play: 72%"

"You are entitled to a designated lottery draw."

"After using it, you can designate a character from all the characters appearing in this show, and randomly select the opponent's abilities. The probability of drawing rare skills is related to the overall audience expectations of this show."

Sure enough, after completing the performance task on the stone steps, you can complete a play... Chen Ling thought to herself.

In the void in front of him, sheets of paper appeared out of thin air.

["Are you awake?" As Chen Ling opened her eyes, Chu Muyun's voice came from the side. 】

【…】

["Where were you when they colluded with law enforcement officers and killed ordinary people one after another?!" "Where are your investigative rights?! Where are your law enforcement rights?!"]

【…】

[The corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, as if he was completing some kind of ritual, and he muttered to himself: "The show... begins."]

【…】

Words appeared one after another on the script, describing all Chen Ling's experiences during this period. Seeing her life being compiled into a script again, Chen Ling no longer had much fluctuation in her heart...

In other words, he has become numb.

When he finished reading the last sentence of the play, he slowly closed it, and at the same time, his eyes suddenly fell into a trance.

He seemed to be back in that dreamland again. The spotlight above his head dimmed rapidly. Endless night shrouded the world. An out-of-reach star hung above his head. There was only a bloody road exuding a strange aura, stretching crookedly toward the sky.

At this time, Chen Ling was standing on the first step of this road.

[Complete a performance with at least fifty people participating, and ensure that no one survives after the performance]

As the drama in Chen Ling's hand flashed, the second step in front of him trembled slightly, and the small words on the surface disappeared without a trace. Then, a pure spiritual power emerged from his mind!

To be honest, Chen Ling didn't really know what spiritual power was, and had almost never felt it. But at this moment, it was as if a spring appeared at the soles of his feet, pouring crazily into his body from this twisted divine way. Body.

His whole body seemed to be washed, and his exhausted spirit quickly recovered.

"After completing the above performance tasks, will you be qualified to move to the next level..."

Chen Ling looked thoughtfully at the steps that had been restored to their original state.

He tentatively raised his feet and walked towards the second step.

The soles of his feet easily passed through the original invisible barrier, but as he took steps, the mental power in his mind was consumed crazily, but when all the mental power was exhausted, the toes could only barely touch the steps.

It had only been a few days since he stepped onto the first level, and it was still too early to want to step onto the second level in one go.

Fortunately, now that the barrier on the second level has been lifted, it is only a matter of time before he steps onto the second level... Chen Ling retracted her stepped foot.

The next moment, the environment around him quickly shattered, and he returned to the center of the stage again.

Chen Ling holds the play in hand and looks around the Western Zhou Dynasty.

Countless playing cards flew in the air, and then fell neatly on the table. All the small words on the paper disappeared.

Instead, there was a short line of words:

"Please write down the name of the character you want to draw on a piece of paper."

Chen Ling picked up the pen and wrote a name on the paper without much hesitation——

Jian Changsheng.

Of course Chen Ling has other options, such as the Fire Usurpers. Although their face-stealing skills are extremely useless to Chen Ling, the "stealing things" and "stealing light" used by No. 8 are still very good, as well as the seal of Shu Shen Dao. Character.

The key problem is that he stole these skills... No, after learning them, he had no chance to use them!

If Chen Ling wants to disguise himself as a law enforcement officer on the surface, he must have a first-level skill of the Bingshen Dao that can be used and justified. Currently, there are only two first-level skills. Jian Changsheng and others... …

Chen Ling had seen with her own eyes the horror of the [Asura] path. A first-level skill could turn Jian Changsheng, a loser in life, into a super genius, and even fight him back and forth.

Overall, Jian Changsheng's first level of [Shura] is his best choice.

As Chen Ling wrote Jian Changsheng's name, all other cards on the table disappeared.

Only a solitary blue card was left in front of him.