Chapter 39 Despair

"What...what's going on?" A law enforcer was dumbfounded. "[God's favor]...can it be withdrawn?"

If the three great ways of the gods descending at the same time was still within their understanding, then the situation before them was completely beyond their cognition...

They had lived for so many years, and had never heard of anyone who got [God's favor] and then had their way cut off.

"As expected."

Outside the house, the shadow man nodded slightly.

"I finally got [God's favor] in a desperate situation, but I can only watch them retreat...what a pity." Chu Muyun had stayed in Chen Ling's house for so long, and naturally knew that Chen Ling yearned for the way of the gods, and couldn't help but feel pity in his heart.

"What a pity?" The shadow man looked at him strangely,

"There are thousands of people in the world who have the way of the gods, but he is the only one who has merged with a 'world-destroying' disaster and still maintained his sanity... He is already a unique existence in this world, what's a pity."

Chu Muyun shook his head and said nothing.

In the house.

Chen Ling stood there in shock as he watched the three rapidly retreating Shinto roads...

He was abandoned by the Shinto roads.

That was probably the only hope in the world that could allow him to escape the control of the "audience".

He didn't know what happened, but he felt fear from the Shinto roads. He looked back behind him and could vaguely see the pairs of eyes that gradually disappeared into nothingness.

"...You guys again." Chen Ling laughed bitterly,

"Yes, I should have thought of it earlier...Once I walk on the Shinto roads, it means that there is a possibility of escaping your control. How could you let it go?"

"You wish I would stay on the stage forever and become a puppet for your entertainment..."

Chen Ling's smile gradually became grim, and deep despair emerged in his eyes outlined with blood...Even the Shinto roads retreated under the intimidation of the "audience". As an ordinary person, he had no idea how to get rid of them.

Rather than being a puppet for a lifetime, Chen Ling would rather choose death.

The favor of the gods receded like a tide;

Chen Ling, dressed in red, was placed on the skeleton alone, laughing desperately and crazily.

"Come on, Qian!" Chen Ling laughed wildly, "Don't you want to kill me? Go ahead!! Shoot at my head! Remember, if you want to kill me completely, you have to shoot twice!!"

Qian Fan was at a loss for a moment, and finally came to his senses. He looked at Chen Ling, who seemed to be crazy, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Although I don't know what's going on... Since you don't have [God's Favor], then wait for death!"

He raised the muzzle of the gun again, pointed it at Chen Ling's head, and pulled the trigger!

Bang——! !

This time, no miracle happened.

The bullet penetrated Chen Ling's head, taking his life in an instant, and half of his head shattered, and red and white splashed on the ground.

The house fell into a dead silence.

Qian Fan and the others finally put down their worries when they saw Chen Ling, who only had half of his head left...

It was not that they were timid, but that everything about Chen Ling was too weird, so weird that they doubted whether this guy was a human or not, and whether he would die.

But now, no matter what he was, he was dead.

"This kid... is too evil." Qian Fan put away his gun, spat on the ground, and turned to walk into the house.

As soon as he turned around, he saw the other two law enforcers standing under the eaves, their eyes widened in horror...

"What are you doing?"

"Fan, Brother Fan..." One of the law enforcers raised his hand tremblingly, "He he he he he he..."

Qian Fan frowned, looked back in the direction pointed by the law enforcer, and his pupils suddenly contracted!

The scarlet corpse on the skeleton was strangely straightened, and the drooping half of the head slowly raised, and the broken skull and flesh began to wriggle wildly!

The remaining half of the eyelid suddenly lifted up, and the bloodshot eyeballs stared at Qian Fan!

"Qian!"

"Didn't I tell you to shoot twice?!"

"One shot can't kill me!! Can't kill me!!!!"

The broken vocal cords rubbed wildly, making a sound that made people's teeth ache. At this moment, even the experienced Qian Fan and the other two were scared silly, and almost collapsed to the ground with their legs weak!

"Monster... Monster!" A law enforcer shouted in horror, "He is not a human! He is a monster!"

"Shoot!! Shoot quickly!" Chen Ling roared wildly, "Shoot at the other half of my head! Come on!!!"

This weird scene fell into the eyes of the three people, and Qian Fan's hands began to tremble...

"I know... It's you!" Qian Fan seemed to have thought of something, "You are the disaster that came that night!!"

Hearing this, the other two law enforcers also woke up from their dreams, and their faces became paler.

They were really scared.

You know, the two disasters that crawled out of the Gray Realm, one is level three, and the other is level five, neither of them can be dealt with...

Qian Fan gritted his teeth, pulled out the gun from his waist, and tremblingly aimed at the red monster imprisoned in the skeleton.

At this point, he had no choice but to shoot.

However, at the moment he pulled the trigger, the pistol seemed to be grasped by something, and the barrel twisted into a ball!

Qian Fan only felt a huge force hitting his chest, and he flew out like a kite with a broken string, broke through the door of the house, and fell heavily to the ground.

The other two law enforcers stared at the nothingness in front of them with wide eyes, but could not see any attackers!

There was nothing there.

But in Chen Ling's eyes, it was not the case.

A familiar red-clothed boy, standing in the flying snow, slowly turned around to look at him... His eyes were full of tears.

"Brother..." he said, "Brother, you can't just die like this, you can't just accept your fate!"

Chen Ling's head was slowly repairing, and the scarlet eyeball stared at Chen Yan, and the madness finally subsided a little.

He spoke hoarsely,

"Don't accept your fate? Then what else can I do... continue to entertain them? What's the point?"

"But if you die now, you will have nothing."

"If I don't die, I will have nothing." Chen Ling murmured, "Even if I live, they will continue to interfere with my life. If they can create you, they can create a second and a third... One day, I will be driven crazy by them."

"Brother! As long as you are still alive, there will always be hope... isn't it?"

"... Hope?"

Chen Ling looked at Chen Yan's red eyes, was silent for a long time, and suddenly smiled.

"I understand." Chen Ling looked back behind him, his bloodshot eyes seemed to be staring at something,

"You are scared!!"

"You know that if I die again, I will die completely!!"

"You are afraid that if I die, there will be no one to perform for you, so you transformed into his appearance to trick me into living, right?!"

"Brother..."

"Give me illusory hope, watch me desperately chase it, and wait until I am about to arrive, and then let the so-called hope be disillusioned... This is what you want!"

"Brother!"

"You want to control my life, want to play with my spirit, you are delusional!!!"

"Brother!!!"

A roar interrupted Chen Ling's ferocious roar,

He looked back and saw Chen Yan standing there with tears on his face, looking at him with pleading eyes.

"Brother... I am real, you believe me... Everything I said is true."

"I..." Chen Ling was silent for a long time, with struggle and pain on his face, "Ayan, I know, I just..."

Chen Yan took a deep breath, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and his eyes showed unprecedented determination.

"Brother, you are not without hope..."

He reached into his arms and took out a cloth bag. As the bag was untied, cinnabar-like colored glass fell from it.

"The road they cut off..."

"I will continue it for you."