I'm Not a Theatre God

Chapter 57 Bloody Handprint

The attendant's pupils suddenly contracted!

Just as Chen Ling's dagger was about to cut his throat, a flash of gray passed by, and his palm suddenly became empty.

Chen Ling's palm wind brushed the attendant's neck, making the latter sweat coldly. He took a half step back and stabbed Chen Ling with the dagger in his backhand!

Forgot that he could steal weapons...

Chen Ling, with his hands empty, could only dodge helplessly. This brief gap allowed the attendant to pull away from him and barely stand on the roof.

"This speed... How is it possible?" The attendant looked at Chen Ling in astonishment, "You also mastered the way of God?"

He seemed to have thought of something, and his face changed continuously,

"No, you are not an ordinary law enforcer rookie... Who are you? A Jiangtian believer? Or a member of the Dusk Society?"

Seeing that his identity was exposed, Chen Ling didn't pretend anymore. He had to kill this guy as soon as possible... The other party knew too much.

Without weapons, Chen Ling can still fight with his bare hands with his own speed. The killing skills he learned from Han Meng are no joke.

Chen Ling changed his pace and approached the attendant at a very fast speed. The latter, who had suffered a loss once, seemed to be a little afraid of getting close to Chen Ling, and kept using a pistol and a dagger to distance himself from him.

As Chen Ling gradually approached, the attendant could only retreat continuously, and soon came to the end of the last section of the train, with almost no room to retreat.

The dark brown coat fluttered on the top of the train, and the steam mixed with the wind and snow gradually submerged the figures of the two people.

At the same time, in the direction of the train's advance, a narrow tunnel approached at a very fast speed!

The size of the tunnel was extremely narrow, and the height difference with the train was less than a head. The two people who were fighting desperately saw the wall crashing at a very fast speed in their peripheral vision, and they were shocked at the same time!

At the moment when they were about to hit the tunnel, Chen Ling reached out to touch his chin and tore it hard!

A piece of face skin flew into the air.

Buzz——! !

The train passed through the tunnel like a cannonball, and the squeezed air made a low roar.

The chaotic light and shadow flashed by, and after dozens of seconds, the light covered the roof again. On the sunken freight car, the attendant climbed up in a panic...

"Damn, I almost got hit."

When he almost hit the tunnel, he used his skills to "steal" the mud and sand in the freight car, causing the tarpaulin below to collapse suddenly. He hid in it and escaped.

He barely stood up and saw a bloody cheetah, crawling a few steps away, staring at him with a pair of scarlet eyes.

Cheetah? ?

The moment he saw this thing, his pupils suddenly contracted.

He didn't have time to react why a cheetah appeared out of thin air on this train, and he was about to raise his gun to shoot. At this moment, the scarlet afterimage flashed across the roof like lightning!

The sharp claws cut his wrist, and the gun and wrist rolled down the carriage.

Then, the cheetah tore his neck and face like crazy, and the shrill screams echoed in the wind and snow, and were soon covered by the roaring train.

Clank-clank-clank...

After an unknown amount of time, the cheetah finally stopped slowly... It stood up and turned into a human outline.

He raised his hand and gently wiped the hot blood on his cheek. Behind the scarlet, there was Chen Ling's calm face that suppressed madness.

Blood flowed down the corners of his mouth. He picked up a handful of snow on the roof and stuffed it into his mouth. After rinsing for a while, he spit it out.

"This skill... is unexpectedly useful." He muttered to himself.

This was the first time he faced an opponent with Shinto skills. Although he won in the end, the opponent's weird ability still left a deep impression on him... But he guessed that the man in front of him was only at the second level at most.

The first-level skill is to steal items, and the second-level skill is to steal faces... But strictly speaking, these two skills are not very offensive.

A thief is a thief, and in terms of direct combat power, he is still not as good as a "soldier".

Chen Ling looked at the unrecognizable corpse, hesitated for a moment, bent down and stripped off all his clothes, kicked the naked corpse into the bottom of the car, and was soon crushed into pieces by the steel wheels.

Then, he crumpled up the steward's clothes, threw them into the cliff beside him, and disappeared.

"Sorry, the foundation of the Way of the God of War... I can't just give it to you."

The Fire Usurper and his target are both the ancient treasures of the Way of War. Although he is only the first level and alone, Chen Ling does not intend to give up just like that... He intends to take a risk once.

The Fire Usurper is an enemy, but if he uses it well, he may become his weapon.

Chen Ling glanced at the position of the passenger compartment, a plan emerged in his mind, and madness flashed in his eyes again!

At this moment, Chen Ling could clearly feel that his twisted Shinto was jumping for joy, his empty chest was beating, and every cell in his body was waiting for him to dance between life and death.

He knew that this was the twisted Shinto changing his personality again...

But this feeling was really good!

[Audience expectation value +12]

[Current expectation value: 61%]

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"Who do you think will come back first, No. 13 or No. 8?"

In the passenger compartment, Zhong Yaoguang and another student of the same period sat side by side, eating melon seeds and talking.

"It should be No. 13. After all, the law enforcer leading the team in District 3 looks very fast."

"I seemed to hear gunshots just now, right at the rear of the car, someone should have finished..."

"I think it was No. 8. After all, No. 8 is a level 3 player. After learning that skill, killing people is not a difficult task for him."

"That makes sense..."

Just as everyone was talking, a figure in a dark brown coat landed lightly at the door of the compartment and stepped into the compartment with broken snow.

"It turned out that No. 13 came back first." Zhong Yaoguang laughed, "Why did you take so long?"

"That kid escaped on the surface, but actually hid on the roof of the car secretly. I ran a lap before I found him. I was so tired." Chen Ling cursed while casually walking to his seat and sitting down.

"He's quite smart..."

"It can be seen, after all, he was the first person to find us." Another law enforcer answered.

"Come, eat some melon seeds."

Chen Ling picked up two pieces of melon seeds, munching on them while looking into the carriage.

"Has the other one not been caught yet?" he asked casually.

Jiang Qin ran away at the same time as him. If he had chosen the right path, he might have had a chance to escape...

Chen Ling didn't care if the others died, but he hoped Jiang Qin could survive.

Chen Ling looked at his thick dark brown coat and felt a little worried.

"No, I don't know what's going on."

"... Forget it, I'll go over and take a look." A glimmer flashed in Chen Ling's eyes, and he stood up and walked towards the carriage door.

"No need."

Just then, a figure walked into the carriage, facing him, and walked slowly...

The moment he saw that person, Chen Ling's pupils shrank slightly.

"Jiang Qin" covered in blood, dragged a corpse through the carriage, and stopped in front of Chen Ling... The corpse in his hand was another Jiang Qin.

"Jiang Qin" raised a bloody hand and patted Chen Ling's shoulder.

"Everyone succeeded in stealing, well done."

After saying that, he passed by Chen Ling.

Chen Ling was stunned for a long time, and lowered his head slightly.

On the dark brown coat, a scarlet bloody handprint was shocking.

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