Chapter 41 Under the Skin

Seeing Chen Ling's head turn into a gun barrel, Chu Muyun and the shadow man were both stunned.

"Bang!"

Chen Ling's vocal cords simulated the sound of a gun.

A dazzling fire burst out from the muzzle of the gun, and the two figures standing in front of them came back to their senses from their astonishment and quickly dodged!

They passed dozens of meters in the snow at an astonishing speed before stopping.

They looked back and found that no bullets were fired from the barrel at all, only continuous sparks burst out from the muzzle, as if simulating the posture of shooting.

"This..." the shadow man asked blankly, "Did Cube 7 say that [Thousand Faces]... can be transformed into a gun barrel?"

"No." Chu Muyun shook his head, "[Thousand Faces] is a disguise ability, which can only change appearance, but he... he seems to be able to transform even objects."

"That's too perverted, is this the power of that twisted divine way..."

"But powerful power usually means a greater price."

Chu Muyun calmly looked at the red-clothed figure in the snow who imagined himself to be a gun barrel, with a complicated expression.

"Bang-bang-bang!"

The gun barrel that Chen Ling transformed into kept firing at the void, like a walking corpse without a soul.

Until the muzzle of his gun "saw" Qian Fan and the other two who were scared silly under the house, he suddenly stopped... He seemed to be thinking.

"Is he still rational?" The shadow man asked in surprise.

"It should be said that it is instinct." Chu Muyun said lightly, "The instinct of revenge."

At the same time, Qian Fan and the other two who were targeted by the gun were pale again. They had just witnessed Chen Ling's restoration of the divine way, tearing his body apart, and then turning into a madman and shooting... The continuous cognitive shock has almost stopped their brains from functioning.

"Fuck... Why don't you die? Why don't you die yet?!"

Qian Fan roared, raised the gun again, and pulled the trigger at the red monster!

The bullet hit Chen Ling's body, splashing a stream of blood. Even though his appearance turned into a gun, his physical hardness did not increase much, as if he had just changed his skin...

The next moment, a face was peeled off from Chen Ling's face again.

The originally huge and strange gun barrel disappeared, replaced by a "female role" with red makeup like an apricot and a hooked eyebrow. Judging from the eyebrows, it is 80% similar to the dead Chen Yan!

The bright red opera robes slowly stepped over the snow, like the only vermilion in the pale world.

The female role stared at Qian Fan and the other two, and then Chen Yan's melodious and penetrating singing voice echoed over the house!

"The little nun is only 28 years old, in her prime, and her hair was cut by her master.

Every day, she burns incense and changes water in the Buddhist temple.

I saw a few children playing at the gate of the mountain..."

The opera voice continued, and the red robe left a residual shadow, disappearing instantly...

Qian Fan felt a flash in front of his eyes, and one of his wrists was cut by a dagger. He screamed, and the gun fell out of his hand and fell into the snow.

He immediately wanted to reach into his arms with his other hand and take out the sacrificial vessel again, but a cold light flashed, and the other hand also flew out of his arm lightly...

"He looked at me, and I looked at him..."

Under the red apricot-like eye makeup, a pair of empty pupils stared straight at Qian Fan, almost sticking to his face.

"Chen Ling... Chen Ling! I know I was wrong!!" Qian Fan's facial features struggled wildly due to the severe pain, but fear occupied his heart even more, "Let me go... I will give you all my money! I will never..."

Puff——

A sharp edge pierced Qian Fan's chin, and his begging voice stopped abruptly.

"He and I, we share him, we are worried about each other..."

Qian Fan's figure fell straight on the snow, and the "Dan" slowly pulled out the dagger and looked at the only two law enforcers left in the house.

The two of them cried out in surprise, not even thinking of resisting, and turned around and ran towards the gate of the mansion.

At the same time, the "female role" lightly flashed across the ground, her wide sleeves fluttering like butterfly wings, the cold light of the dagger drew an elegant arc in the snow, and two traces of blood splashed out.

He slowly stopped.

As the last two bodies fell to the ground, the whole mansion was stained with blood.

The red-clothed man stood in the middle of the corpses, blood dripping along the blade, like a demon from hell.

After an unknown amount of time, the face of Chen Yan disappeared, and Chen Ling returned to his original appearance.

He stood alone in the sea of ​​blood, the dagger gently slid to the ground, and as a wisp of cold wind blew, the whole person fell to the ground on his back like a dead grass.

"It's finally over..."

Chu Muyun and the other man came from a distance, looked at the unconscious Chen Ling, and sighed.

"The fusion of the 'world-destroying' level disaster has embarked on a twisted divine path... From now on, he is destined to be an outlier." The shadow man said slowly.

"Isn't being an outlier the best?" Chu Muyun raised the corner of his mouth, "The Dusk Society accepts outliers."

"Are you sure you want to accept him into the Dusk Society?"

"It's not me..." Chu Muyun took out an envelope from his coat pocket and held it between his fingertips.

On the cover of the envelope, there was a red [JOKER] card printed on it.

"It's the Red King."

...

Boom--! !

A loud buzzing sound came from the void, and the snow in the sky shattered in an instant.

In the wilderness several kilometers away from the house, the boy who was holding a branch and was bored suddenly looked up in surprise and looked in front of him.

In the center of the [Plum Blossom 8] on the snow, a hideous crack spread wildly. Han Meng's hands reached out from the crack, grabbed its edge, and pulled it hard!

[Plum Blossom 8] exploded, and Han Meng's body completely passed through the void. His black windbreaker was covered with dust and blood clots, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

"Did you really get out?"

The boy covered his mouth in surprise...or rather, the big hole on the white paper that represented the "mouth".

Han Meng's chest rose and fell violently, as if the action just now had consumed him a lot. He stared at the little boy sitting there and raised the gun without hesitation!

"Don't be so excited. I admit that I underestimated you just now. I didn't expect that there would be geniuses in the Aurora Realm." The boy held his chin with interest, "Your name is Han Meng, right? Do you want to join our Dusk Society?"

"Not interested." Han Meng's voice was icy cold, "When did a dirty organization composed of lunatics and executioners dare to appear in the human realm openly?"

"Tsk, it seems that you have a deep prejudice against us."

"This is a fact." The invisible field opened around Han Meng, "Article 139 of the Human Convention, no matter which realm, if a member of the Dusk Society is found, he will be immediately included in the realm's highest level hunting list, and the priority is even higher than the 'Fusion Faction' and 'Fire Usurper'...

You and the human realm are mortal enemies."

"Don't say that, we haven't done anything unscrupulous." The boy said unhappily.

"Really?"

Han Meng sneered,

"Including... exterminating an entire human realm?"