I'm not a drama god

The cracks spread wildly along the blade of the scalpel, instantly connecting with the other cracks on the ghost's body. Chu Wenbin widened his eyes in astonishment and roared in despair:

"you……"

"Also, you are wrong about one thing." Chu Muyun looked down at Chu Wenbin, who was about to die, and spoke slowly.

"You and I...are not the same kind of people at all."

boom--! !

As the cracks completely enveloped Chu Wenbin's body, he exploded into pieces of soul fragments, and tiny glimmers of light spread around Chu Muyun. The inner demon that had dominated him for many years finally disappeared completely today...

After Chu Wenbin's death, the house projected from his memory quickly faded.

"Cough cough cough..."

Strands of blood flowed from the corners of Chu Muyun's mouth. He coughed weakly a few times, took a last look at the house that was about to disappear completely, and turned to walk towards the street.

A figure covered in bandages and with flying white hair, had been waiting there for a long time, leading a floating ghost.

Chu Muyun looked at Jiang Xiaohua with a complicated expression: "...Thank you."

Jiang Xiaohua smiled slightly:

"You're welcome!"

"But there's one thing I don't quite understand." Chu Muyun pondered for a moment, "When you were in the Wuji Realm, you were also the target of Chu Wenbin's human experiments, right?"

"Correct."

"I was able to survive back then because of the help of the 8 of Hearts, and my good fortune in embarking on the Blood Slaughter Path..." Chu Muyun paused,

"But you..."

"How did you survive?"

Jiang Xiaohua blinked innocently.

"...Is it inconvenient to say?" Chu Muyun asked.

"Ah."

"why?"

A flash of reminiscence flashed in Jiang Xiaohua's eyes.

"Because... this is a secret between me and someone."

……

Styx.

"Master!"

"Master——!!"

A figure in a Tang suit shuttled among the surging ghosts. Sun Bumian kept his true self in mind while shouting at the top of his lungs in the River Styx.

In the River Styx, if you don't have specific methods, the probability of finding a ghost is like looking for a needle in a haystack...

But Sun Bumian is different.

He had come to the Ghost Dao Ancient Treasure so many times, and he never had to look for his master himself. Every time he entered the Styx, his master would come to him...

"Master!"

"My wise and resourceful master~!"

"My good master who is so charming and has foresight~"

"Your good disciple is here to see you again!"

"Where are the people?!!"

Sun Bumian swam in the River Styx for a long time and shouted until his voice was almost hoarse, but he still did not see the familiar figure among the vast number of ghosts.

Sun Bumian frowned slightly and subconsciously began to deduce, but as the good and bad energies evolved, he didn't sense that his master was in any danger...

Seeing that he was about to cross the Styx and reach the shore, Sun Bumian couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"This old man... abandoned his apprentice and ran off to where did he go?"

……

the other side.

A figure wearing a red robe with black patterns walked step by step into the flowing River Styx.

"The remaining memories of ghosts..." Chen Ling muttered to himself as he closed his eyes and felt the changes after stepping into the Styx. "No wonder they say the living easily get lost in the Styx. Without an anchor, ordinary people can easily lose themselves."

"but……"

"It's hardly a threat to me."

A unique facial mask spread across Chen Ling's face. With the help of [Painted Red Face], Chen Ling's entire temperament changed. Even though a large number of ghosts washed over his body, his expression did not show the slightest change.

Who is Chen Ling? Chaozai's many personalities have tortured him to the point of living a life worse than death. He has experienced countless times of confusion, lost himself, and found himself again countless times... This magnitude of consciousness shock cannot shake Chen Ling at all.

No one is more determined than Chen Ling today.

Chen Ling's figure shuttled through the River Styx. Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes... The long time passed little by little, and Chen Ling still did not see the other end of the River Styx.

The river basin where he was seemed to be much wider than he had imagined.

Is it bad luck?

still is……

Is the ghost path targeting him?

Chen Ling killed Kongwang with his own hands, and he should be the number one target of the Ghost Dao at present. If it wants to find an opportunity to attack him, then the Styx is indeed the best place.

Om-! !

The next second, the flow of ghosts around Chen Ling became more and more turbulent!

The river, which was originally just rolling forward, suddenly surged like crazy. Waves tens of meters high collided with each other, and the wailing cries of countless ghosts entered Chen Ling's mind.

Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Sure enough, it's here."

"I want to see...what methods the so-called ghost way has?"

Chen Ling had no intention of dodging at all. He was like an arrow shot from a bow, rushing straight towards the overwhelming wave of ghosts!

boom--! !

His figure was submerged in it.

……

"It's you."

"It's you!!"

"You killed me!!!"

"Why did you kill me?! What right do you have to kill me?!"

"You killed us, so we will make you taste death!"

Countless voices echoed in Chen Ling's ears. When he opened his eyes again, a number of hideous faces were floating in the void, glaring at Chen Ling.

Chen Ling frowned slightly. He didn't understand what was going on. His body retreated uncontrollably. The next second, he seemed to have tripped over something and fell headfirst from a high altitude building!

A strong sense of weightlessness enveloped Chen Ling. He turned his head in confusion and saw a familiar city...

South China Sea boundary?

The moment these four words emerged in Chen Ling's mind, his body slammed into the ground, and his whole body collapsed into pieces, with blood splattering everywhere!

Chen Ling's eyes were instantly shrouded in darkness.

he died.

When he opened his eyes again, he was inexplicably standing on the street not far from where he had just fallen. He was carrying a lady's bag and crossing the road in high heels. Suddenly, his body uncontrollably ran forward two steps...

Then, a speeding truck hit her head-on, and she turned into a ball of blood mist again.

He died again...

At this moment, Chen Ling seemed to realize something.

"Are these... the people I killed in the South China Sea?"

When Chen Ling was slaying the devil in the Ghostly Abyss, his body was controlled by Hei Ling for a period of time. At that time, he used the storm of thoughts to remotely influence the people in the South China Sea who had abused him, and by influencing their thoughts, he killed thousands of people in one breath!

Now, the deaths of thousands of ordinary people, driven by the ghost path, have intertwined into a torrent of "cause and effect" targeting Chen Ling in the Styx, completely engulfing him.

Does it want to experience death thousands of times and eventually get lost in the River Styx?