I'm not a drama god

Chen Ling suddenly woke up from death again!

This time, he became an old lady with a staggering gait, leaning on a cane and staggering along the road along the river.

As pedestrians and vehicles hurried past on the road, Chen Ling's peripheral vision quickly scanned the surroundings, as if searching for potential fatalities...

He probably guessed what Guidao wanted to do, but Hei Ling had killed too many people in the South China Sea that time, and he had no idea how each person died. He could only avoid death as much as possible.

The next second, the familiar feeling of being controlled came to his mind again. Chen Ling felt as if his body was tripped, and then lost balance and fell into the river beside him!

During this process, Chen Ling tried to use his Shinto skills, but it was of no use. He tried to raise his hand to grab the fence on the side, but his body was completely out of control... In these short two seconds, Chen Ling made dozens of attempts to avoid death, but it did not change anything at all.

Chen Ling watched himself fall into the turbulent river, and then the strong feeling of choking and suffocating filled his mind!

Yes,

Now, I am only experiencing the memories of these ghosts before their death, as if I am in an inescapable dream. All the means Chen Ling used in reality are useless here...

Death is the inevitable outcome.

In a very short period of time, Chen Ling experienced three ways of death: "falling from a building", "car accident" and "drowning". Unlike the previous two times where the pain ended instantly, the process of "drowning" was very long and painful. Chen Ling choked on the water for nearly a minute before his consciousness completely fell into darkness.

He was then reborn in a hospital two streets away.

The fourth time, the fifth time... the tenth time...

The thirtieth time...

Generally speaking, a person only has one chance to feel the pain of death in his lifetime, but Chen Ling experienced dozens of deaths continuously in a very short period of time.

Any ordinary person would have had a mental breakdown by now, but Chen Ling remained extremely lucid and rational, examining each death...

It was not until this moment that Chen Ling was truly certain that he had no way to resist the "death experience" brought by these ghosts.

I don’t know how many times I will die, how I will die next time, or when this endless torture will end... This is a despair that is more cruel than death itself.

But this level of despair could not defeat Chen Ling's mind in the face of his extremely strong willpower.

For the 141st time, Chen Ling was accidentally thrown into the equipment and was shredded alive...

For the 369th time, Chen Ling suffocated to death due to a piece of jelly stuck in her throat...

For the 513th time, Chen Ling was crushed into a bloody mess by falling construction materials...

When Chen Ling died for the 600th time,

He vaguely sensed something different.

He stood on the ruined rooftop, his steps uncontrollably moving towards the edge of the falling building. His gaze, unwavering by the agony of six hundred deaths, suddenly turned towards the void above him...

"This feeling……"

"What is it?"

Chen Ling couldn’t describe it. It was a rather vague feeling, like... a gaze?

Yes, gaze.

It was as if there was something lying in the void, staring at him silently, and when that thing's gaze fell on him, it brought an indescribable feeling... and this feeling became stronger as Chen Ling continued to approach the brink of death.

boom--

Chen Ling missed a step and fell to his death.

The six hundred and seventieth time...

The seven hundred and fifty-fourth time...

When Chen Ling entered his eight hundredth death cycle, that feeling became increasingly clear and intense. It was as if his countless close encounters with death had given rise to a special sense, and this feeling pointed to...

A rule?

890th time;

Nine hundred and thirty-third time...

When the 999th death came, Chen Ling "saw" the whole picture of that thing.

"Oh it's you……"

Chen Ling's lips curled up slightly. He looked at the nothingness above his head and slowly uttered two words:

"Ghost, Tao."

The moment these two words came out of my mouth...

The entire ancient ghost storage was slightly shaken!

I don’t know if it was Chen Ling’s illusion, but the look that thing gave her seemed to be filled with shock and confusion, as well as a hint of imperceptible...fear?

It doesn't understand.

Chen Ling has been soaking in the River Styx for almost an hour, experiencing a thousand deaths and feeling the pain of death a thousand times... Why hasn't he lost himself yet?

In this world, there actually are living creatures with souls that can survive a thousand deaths in a short period of time and still maintain their sanity...

Even, can you sense its existence?

In his one thousand and first rebirth, Chen Ling was a patient in a wheelchair, being pushed slowly forward...

Chen Ling didn't care about his impending death at all, but continued to stare at the ghost path above the sky and spoke calmly:

"It seems that these are the only methods you have..."

Snapped--

Chen Ling was crushed into a bloody mist by the speeding train.

When he was reborn for the thousandth time, his neck was hung on a sharp steel wire ring. The wire cut the flesh of his chin bit by bit, but his eyes remained indifferent and calm.

"Even if you kill me a thousand times, or two thousand times..."

Gollum-

His head was abruptly held down by the wire.

After his one thousand and third rebirth, Chen Ling staggered into a burning bonfire. The flames were burning his body, but his voice was as cold as an ice cellar.

"You can't defeat me."

His body was burned to charcoal bit by bit.

In the 1004th rebirth, Chen Ling had half of his body cut off by an out-of-control lawn mower. His dead body rolled on the bloody grass with his eyes still open... His eyes stared straight at the sky.

"Let's see..."

"who……"

"Who can outlast me?"

He slowly closed his eyes.

The 1,100th death... the 1,300th death... the 1,627th...

When Chen Ling was numbly killed again, the next death scene he imagined did not appear, and his eyes suddenly fell into a silent darkness.

Chen Ling was stunned.

He was dazed for several seconds before finally coming to his senses. A hint of clarity appeared in his numb eyes!

The figure in the red robe with black patterns couldn't help but laugh:

"I see!!"

"One thousand six hundred and twenty-seven deaths. I have experienced the deaths of all the people I killed that time! You no longer have any 'cause and effect' that you can use against me!!"

"You lose! Hahahahahaha!!"

Chen Ling's pent-up depression and pain from over 1,600 deaths were all vented out in this wild laughter. His costume stood on the turbulent River Styx, mocking the incompetence of the ghosts.

A moment later, an illusory ghost figure slowly walked out of the Styx...