I'm not a drama god

really.

This Nuo masked figure is the Red King of the fourth generation world!

Chen Ling carefully observed the Nuo masked figure, still feeling a little bit unbelievable in his heart… He originally thought that the Red King of every world was a theatrical god, but now it seems that this is not the case… The Red King is more like a code name.

"Red King..." Chen Yan muttered to himself.

The effect of the drug gradually faded, and his consciousness gradually returned to normal. He immediately struggled:

"Why am I here? I...I want to go home! My brother has to have surgery today, I want to go home and wait for him...I want to take care of him!"

Chen Yan struggled to get out of the arms of the Nuo-masked figure, turned around and wanted to run home, but the next moment, a hand grabbed his wrist.

"Do you... really want to see your brother?" Nuo's voice was a little low under the mask.

"Of course!"

"Okay, I'll take you there."

Chen Yan was stunned, and before he could say anything else, the Nuo-masked figure pulled him and took a step forward.

hum-

The moment the Nuo mask figure took a step, time and space seemed to stop around him. Within just a few steps, he passed through the misty rain and arrived at a mass grave.

The mass grave was now muddy due to the rain, but a series of footprints could still be vaguely seen, as if someone had been here just now... At the end of the footsteps, a handful of new soil was gradually being soaked by the rain.

The Nuo masked figure raised his hand and pointed at the pile of muddy earth:

"That... is your brother."

Chen Yan was stunned.

The next second, he looked at the inexplicable figure in the costume with annoyance, "What are you talking about! I'm not kidding you anymore... My brother should be in the hospital, I want to go find him!"

"I'm not kidding you." The Nuo-masked figure's tone grew deeper and deeper. "If you don't believe me... go and see for yourself."

Chen Yan stared at him intently, and after a moment, he turned around and walked towards the pile of dirt.

"Just watch!"

"I don't know who you are... but if you dare to curse my brother, I will never let you go! You will apologize to me and my brother later!"

Chen Yan was just about to dig at the pile of dirt to prove that the Nuo mask figure was wrong, but when he glanced at it, he saw a shovel casually thrown not far away... He was slightly startled, picked up the shovel, and found that there was still blood on the edge of the shovel.

For some reason, Chen Yan's heart trembled slightly.

He gripped the shovel tightly with both hands and thrust it hard into the mud. As handfuls of mud were thrown away, the bloodstains under his feet became thicker and thicker!

finally,

A blood-stained, worn sack came into his sight.

Chen Yan stood there in a daze.

He subconsciously raised his hand and reached towards the tightly tied sack...

"I don't recommend you open it." The Nuo-masked figure's voice came slowly, "Sometimes, witnessing everything isn't a good thing... Just knowing the outcome is enough."

Chen Yan's hands began to tremble slightly. He ignored the Nuo-masked figure's warning and opened the sack bit by bit...

A shriveled, bloody corpse that looked like mud came into Chen Yan's sight.

His whole body began to tremble violently!

"This……"

“No… How is this possible???”

"Mr. and Mrs. Chen Tan originally wanted to use your heart to treat your brother's illness...but they didn't expect that the so-called 'shamans' and 'doctors' they trusted were nothing more than organ traffickers." The Nuo-masked figure spoke in a calm voice.

"They killed your brother, took out all his organs, and dumped his body in the wilderness... If I hadn't saved you, you would be lying with him now."

Chen Yan was struck by lightning!

Chen Ling looked at the Nuo-masked figure again, and the doubt in his eyes became more and more intense.

Who was this fourth generation Red King? Why was he so familiar with the events in District Three? Looking at the Nuo mask, Chen Ling had some vague guesses, but he wasn't sure.

"Why...why is this happening?" Chen Yan was almost collapsed.

"My brother is just sick. He hasn't done anything wrong... Why are you doing this to him?! You... Since you came to save me, why can't you save him too? Even... Even if you go to save him directly? If he needs my heart to treat his illness, I'm willing to give it to him directly... Can't you just go and save him directly?"

"This is his fate." Nuo Mask paused for a moment, "And you... you shouldn't die."

"So he should die?!"

"He was sick, and he deserved to die."

"You farted!!!!"

Chen Yan roared hysterically in the rainy night. He was so angry that he rushed directly towards the Nuo mask figure out of control.

But the figure with the Nuo mask just raised his hand slightly, grabbed Chen Yan's collar and lifted him up. Pale lightning flashed in the sky. Under the ferocious Nuo mask, a pair of purple eyes stared at the furious Chen Yan.

"Is it any use venting your anger on me?"

"You are too weak, so weak that you are not even qualified to fight me!"

"I wasn't the one who killed your brother, and I wasn't the one who caused all this tragedy... If you really want to avenge your brother, you should punish the real villains!"

The Nuo masked figure threw Chen Yan onto the muddy ground with a casual flick of his hand. Heavy rain poured down on his costume, and he looked miserable.

"I..." Chen Yan's lips trembled slightly.

"You can do it." The Nuo-masked figure looked down at him in the rain. "I know you're a genius... a one-of-a-kind genius in this world! You've rejected it so many times... Don't miss it this time."

Chen Yan slowly looked up and saw a cinnabar glass-like star silently lighting up in the crack of the thick rain clouds.

He clenched his fists tightly!!

Rumbling--

Heavy rain and thunder intertwined.

That night, the brilliant and magnificent Drama God Road descended upon the mass grave… This time, it was not rejected. A rising star of the Drama God Road, unrivaled in its era, rose slowly amidst anger and despair.

The red robe with black patterns and the black and purple robe fluttered silently on the mass grave. Their eyes were filled with emotion...

he,

Finally embarked on the path that belonged to him...

They all thought so.

The turbulent atmosphere of Xishendao gradually dissipated, and a young man in a muddy theatrical robe slowly walked out... After being baptized by Xishendao, Chen Yan's eyes were as bright as gems and as cold as ice.

He looked down at the hollowed-out corpse beside him, his lips slightly pursed...

He leaned over and stroked the corpse's cheek, his fingertips trembling as he closed the pair of eyes that were still open in death, then he personally picked up the surrounding soil and buried the body... His brother was dead, and the dead were the greatest. No matter what he would do later, he hoped that his brother could be buried peacefully after death.

"Brother... I will make them pay the price." Chen Yan's voice was a little hoarse.

He slowly stood up and looked towards District 3...

There was a murderous look in his eyes.

Under the gaze of Chen Ling and the Nuo mask figure, Chen Yan raised his hand and gently tore his cheek... The skin on his face dissipated into nothingness, and a face of Chen Ling covered his original appearance.

Nuomian was slightly stunned, "You are..."

"They killed my brother." Chen Yan looked down at the puddle rippling with rain. The face of "Chen Ling" was stirred and shattered in it. "I will use this face... to make them pay."

The Nuo masked figure looked at him with a complicated look.

Chen Ling sighed deeply in her heart...

He watched the figure in the opera robes walking away step by step in the rainy night, and for a moment he felt a mixture of emotions...

Even in the fourth generation world, even without the performance facilities provided by the theater, even without the guidance of the Red King... Chen Yan of this era still made the same choice:

[Losing the person who loves you most and becoming him]