Chapter 83 The End of the Performance
As soon as this sentence came out, the other two law enforcement officers rushed over like arrows.
"There are still survivors?!"
"Wait... why is it him?"
When the two saw Chen Ling, the only one who still had a trace of breath, they were surprised.
"He should have been cut open in the lower abdomen during the battle, and he lost too much blood." The law enforcement officer hesitated and looked at Wu Wen, "If we don't take care of him, he will really die..."
"Should we save him?"
Everyone who entered the ancient treasure died, only Chen Ling, who they originally thought was dead, actually saved his life. At this moment, they lamented the impermanence of fate in their hearts, and they were a little undecided.
"Save him?" Wu Wen law enforcement officer cursed, "Are you stupid and crazy?! There is only this one in 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 any rescue equipment, so they could only give him a simple bandage, and then take him away from Bingdao Ancient Treasures quickly.
As everyone left, Bingdao Ancient Treasures fell into silence again...
Above the wilderness full of corpses, wisps of murderous aura extended from the deepest part of the black giant sword, like a snake lingering beside one of the corpses, rushing into it frantically.
After a few short seconds;
Jian Changsheng's dark red eyes suddenly opened!
...
In the center of the dim stage.
Chen Ling, wearing a bright red costume, slowly opened his eyes.
"Huh..." He subconsciously touched his lower abdomen with his hand, and breathed a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden was lifted.
In order to deceive the three law enforcement officers, Chen Ling could only choose the slowest and most painful suicide method of seppuku. If he shot himself in the head, he would be resurrected very quickly. Maybe he would have recovered his wounds before the law enforcement officers found him.
Only the method of bleeding to death can prolong the death process to the maximum extent, and even if he is resurrected later, it will not be shocking, but the disadvantage is... this way of death is too painful.
"It's still more satisfying to have my head smashed."
Chen Ling slowly climbed up from the stage, his eyes fell on the audience. Although the fight between the audience and Huangzhong just now was a bit unexpected, it seemed that there was no change at present... those countless pairs of scarlet eyes were still staring at him.
Chen Ling had become accustomed to this strange gaze. He walked straight to the screen and looked down.
After he committed suicide by bleeding, the audience's expectations were not surprisingly reduced by 50%, from 72% to 22%, on the verge of losing control... The good news is that at this moment, the logo of a treasure chest flashed again in the lower right corner of the screen.
Chen Ling reached out and tapped the treasure chest.
Ta-da-da-da-da--!
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 emerged:
"Congratulations on completing the play, "No One Survives."
"The highest audience expectation for this play: 72%"
"You get a designated lottery right."
"After using it, you can designate a certain character from all the characters in this play and randomly draw the other party's ability. The probability of drawing rare skills is related to the comprehensive audience expectation of this play."
Sure enough, completing the performance task on the stone steps can complete a play... Chen Ling thought secretly.
In the void in front of him, pages of paper appeared out of thin air,
["Are you awake?" As Chen Ling opened his eyes, Chu Muyun's voice came from the side. 】
【……】
【“When they colluded with law enforcers and forced ordinary people to death one after another, where were you?!” “Where is your right to investigate?! Where is your right to enforce the law?!!”】
【……】
【The corners of his mouth could not help but rise, as if he was completing a ritual, muttering to himself: “The performance... begins.”】
【……】
Words appeared on the script one after another, depicting all of Chen Ling’s experiences during this period. Seeing his life compiled into a script again, Chen Ling’s heart was no longer too volatile...
Or, he was numb.
When he finished reading the last sentence of the play, he slowly closed it. At the same time, his eyes suddenly became dazed.
He seemed to have returned to that dream again. The spotlight above his head dimmed rapidly, and the endless night enveloped the world. An unreachable star hung above his head. There was only a bloody road with a weird atmosphere, stretching crookedly towards the sky.
At this time, Chen Ling stood on the first step of this road.
[Complete a performance with at least 50 people, and ensure that no one survives after the performance]
As the script in Chen Ling's hand flashed, the second step in front of him trembled slightly, and the line of 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 he had hardly sensed it, but at this moment, it was as if a spring appeared under his feet, pouring into his body from this twisted sacred road.
His whole body seemed to be cleansed, and his exhausted spirit quickly recovered.
"Only after completing the performance task above can I be qualified to step onto the next step..."
Chen Ling looked at the restored step and thought about it.
He tentatively raised his foot and walked towards the second step.
His foot easily passed through the original invisible barrier, but as he took a step, the mental power in his mind was consumed crazily, but when all the mental power was exhausted, his toes just barely touched the step.
It was only a few days before he stepped onto the first step, and it was too early to step onto the second step in one go.
Fortunately, the barrier of the second step has been lifted, and it is only a matter of time to step onto the second step... Chen Ling retracted his foot.
The next moment, the environment around him quickly shattered, and the whole person returned to the center of the stage again.
Chen Ling held the play in his hand and looked around.
Countless cards were flying in the air, and then fell neatly on the table. 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 the paper."
Chen Ling picked up the pen and wrote a name on the paper without hesitation-
Jian Changsheng.
Chen Ling certainly had other choices, such as the Fire Usurper. Although their face-stealing skills were extremely useless to Chen Ling, "stealing things" and "stealing light" used by No. 8 were still very good, and there was also the seal of Shushendao.
The key problem was that he stole these skills... No, after learning them, he had no chance to use them at all!
If Chen Ling wanted to disguise himself as a law enforcement officer, he had to have a first-level skill of Bingshen Dao that was presentable and reasonable. Currently, there were only two first-level skills, Jian Changsheng and others...
Chen Ling had personally seen the horror of the [Shura] path. A first-level skill could turn Jian Changsheng, a loser in life, into a super genius, and even fight him back and forth.
In general, Jian Changsheng's [Shura] first level was his best choice.
As Chen Ling wrote down Jian Changsheng's name, all the other cards on the table disappeared,
leaving only a lonely blue card in front of him.