I'm not a drama god

"I said, I don't know."

Gray King closed his eyes helplessly, "He's always like this, never saying anything, keeping everything to himself... It's really... annoying."

When the last two words were spoken, Chen Ling could sense a hint of complaint in Gray King's tone, but it wasn't really malicious. It was just the feeling of "disappointment" that only comes from someone close and trusted.

Chen Ling's brows knitted together as he stared at the Red King's corpse in the coffin. The image of that figure he had always been unable to fathom emerged in his mind once again...

"..."

"The confusion in your heart is too deep, and it is difficult to get rid of it completely. However, I, Xi Dao Gu Zang, have a secret method that can anchor your mind and help you fight against the backlash of Shinto... Do you want to learn it or not?"

"..."

"Sixth Brother, your bowl is too small. Not to mention comparing it to Fifth Brother, you should at least use a basin like me."

"..."

"Sixth Brother... There are some things that I am not unwilling to tell you, but the time has not come yet... It will not do you any good to know everything in advance."

"..."

"You are my disciple. If not you, who else can I help? In this era, I am the only one who can help you suppress the disaster and gain experience... While I am still here, I must do more for you... However, I can only help you with this once. Don't try it lightly when I am gone."

"..."

"Controlling disasters is more important than anything else."

"..."

"Reverse the times and restart the world. Whether you or your four senior brothers and sisters, you should first move towards this goal... After that, we can talk about master and apprentice."

"..."

"No, I don't believe it!" Chen Ling gritted his teeth and said,

"How could the dignified Red King of the Dusk Society, a demigod of the God of Drama, die so easily? He's probably plotting something in secret. Maybe he prepared this corpse in advance, and he's hiding somewhere on Red Star or Earth, waiting to observe everything that happens next!!"

Gray King gave him a complicated look, "Chen Ling... can't you feel it?"

"what?"

"The position of demigod of Xishendao originally occupied by your master... has returned to heaven and earth."

Chen Ling froze in place.

Chen Ling had stepped onto Chao Zai's distorted Xishen Dao. He could not sense the changes in the real Xishen Dao... but all the Xishen Dao in the world, except him, had already sensed this change... The demigod position of Xishen Dao had returned to heaven and earth, which meant that the original demigod of Xishen Dao was dead.

The Red King is truly dead.

"How could you... just die like this?" Chen Ling stared at the figure in the coffin, clenching his fists tightly. "You haven't explained everything to me yet, you haven't apologized to me yet, I haven't forgiven you yet, and I haven't had the chance to return to Xidao Ancient Tibetan...

If you die without a word, what will happen to the Twilight Society? What will happen to Xidao Guzang? What will happen to my fellow brothers and sisters?

The Red King was dead silent in the coffin.

Chen Ling's emotions grew increasingly agitated. After leaving Xidao Ancient Treasures, he had endured so much injustice and setbacks. He had thought that he would eventually receive a positive response from the Red King, but in the end, all he received was a corpse filled with secrets...

The anger and regret that he had suppressed in his heart for a while could not be controlled and burst out at this moment!

"You created me!"

"You taught me how to use Hua Zhuyan!"

"When I was most lost, you brought me back to Xidao Ancient Tibetan and gave me a home... but why..."

"You've done so much for me, why are you treating me like a chess piece? You knew you were going to die, but you asked Senior Brother to come find me, yet you refused to even ask me if you wanted to see me? I really don't understand what role I play in your heart."

Boom——! !

Chen Ling's fist slammed heavily on the Red King's coffin, and a strong wind swept through, causing ripples on the originally calm lake surface.

The Gray King stood quietly in the distance. Liu Qingyan looked at Chen Ling, who was almost collapsed, with her lips pursed. She wanted to go forward and say something to comfort her, but was stopped by the Gray King... The Gray King looked at her and shook his head silently.

Facing Chen Ling's repeated questioning, the corpse couldn't respond. Chen Ling's chest heaved violently. After a long moment, he finally calmed down a bit...

He turned and looked at the Gray King.

His voice was hoarse.

"You said you were bringing me to see him... just to see his body?"

"It wasn't me who brought you here," the Gray King repeated. "Before he left, he told me to bring you to him after he died..."

"..."

Chen Ling turned her gaze back to the Red King.

It was the Red King who asked the Gray King to bring him here... Based on Chen Ling's understanding of him, he would not just let him come to pay his respects to his "last vestiges", but he is dead now, so what is the point of asking him to come here?

What exactly did he want to convey to me through this corpse?

Chen Ling was silent for a long time, her eyes fixed on the sleeping face of the Red King...

face……

Xishendao?

Chen Ling hesitantly stretched out his hand towards the face of the corpse.

Yes, the Red King was a Xishendao. If his body could leave any secrets, the biggest possibility would be on his "face"... He knew that the Red King had always used a fake face. After all, no matter what, this Xishendao demigod and leader of the Dusk Society could not really be a teenager. What's more, he had experienced a world restart and was at least several hundred years old.

Chen Ling was indeed very curious about the true appearance of the Red King, the demigod of drama.

Chen Ling's fingertips touched the edge of his cheek, and sure enough, he felt a bulge. He exerted force suddenly and tore off the skin!

stab-

As the handsome boy's face disappeared into the air, Chen Ling's pupils suddenly contracted!

It was a face exactly like Chen Ling's.

"How is this possible..." Chen Ling subconsciously took a half step back, "The Red King... is me?"

A "Chen Ling", a "Chen Ling" wearing a bright red opera robe, was lying quietly in the middle of the coffin. His facial features were exactly the same as Chen Ling's, except that the expression between his eyebrows looked a little more vicissitudes of life.

Chen Ling was briefly in a trance. He seemed to understand why the Jiujun of this era seemed to know him, but also seemed not to know him...

It turns out that the previous generation Red King they knew looked exactly like them?

Do not……

Do not! ! !

This is not right! ! !

Chen Ling reacted quickly and her breathing became extremely rapid.

"I am Chen Ling, but I am fictional!"

"Essentially, I am a mocking disaster!"

"But you... you can't be the Chaosai. You don't have the aura of the Chaosai at all!"

"And my appearance is that of Yao!! But... but Yao is from the Wushendao, how could he possibly become a demigod of the Xishendao?"

"You are not me! You are not Yao!!"

"you……"

"you…………"

“Who the hell are you???!”

Chen Ling's eyes were bloodshot. He reached out again and touched the Red King's cheek...

He felt another bump.

Beneath the face of "Chen Ling", there is another face...

Chen Ling's hands began to tremble, but he finally grabbed the face and then... tore it off violently! !

As the face skin gradually disappeared in the air, Chen Ling saw the man's face clearly, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably!

He opened his cracked lips and uttered a hoarse voice with difficulty:

"Ah..."

"Ayan????"