I'm not a drama god

Jian Changsheng's soul struggled frantically, trying to grab Jiang Xiaohua or Chu Muyun who were not far away, but his palms could only pass through their bodies silently, and even his shouts could not reach their ears.

The invisible force dragged his body and quickly disappeared in the direction of the Temple of the Dead.

"Spade!"

"Five of spades!"

Jiang Xiaohua and Chu Muyun could not see Jian Changsheng's soul, but they could see that the vitality of that body was rapidly fading away, and finally it completely lost all signs of life and fell heavily to the ground like a puddle of mud.

Seeing this, Chen Ling's mental energy was consumed crazily, and his voice resounded through the sky:

"【Card】--!!"

The field opened again, and everything around it suddenly froze.

Chen Ling's eyes swept across the lines of the predetermined script. The world seemed to flow backwards under his influence. He tried to find a way to change everything that had just happened...

But the next moment, Chen Ling discovered the problem.

The timing that Wang Jian chose to attack was too tricky. It happened to be when he was in the process of rebirth after being killed by the ghost thunder... At that time, he had just grown half of his flesh and blood, and was unable to stop Wang Jian at all.

Even if Chen Ling could rewrite history, he could not change the fact that he had been struck by thunder earlier.

In any case, Chen Ling rewrote the original script as much as possible.

With the sound of "[Action]", the world flowed back to the moment when Chen Ling stopped the ghost from releasing the fourth thunderbolt. He had just grown a head and half a chest, and he turned his head sharply to look down:

"Beware of assassins!!"

Bai Qi was stunned.

He dragged his charred and broken body and rushed forward.

Almost at the same time, an ancient sword wrapped in murderous aura flashed out from behind, but because Bai Qi dodged in advance, it failed to pierce his heart directly, but pierced his shoulder.

The murderous aura still poured into Bai Qi's body madly, devouring Bai Qi's murderous aura and stirring up the internal organs and flesh in his body!

"You are……"

The familiar conversation repeated itself.

Chen Ling's heart skipped a beat. He had no intention of listening to the identical conversation. After his body was reborn, he descended from the sky again with the boning knife in his hand and forced Wang Jian to retreat.

Chen Ling checked Jian Changsheng's physical condition again. Perhaps because he failed to stab the heart this time, although Jian Changsheng's body was turned into meat paste, the speed of his life passing was slower than before... At least, he did not die on the spot in front of him.

But given his injuries, his death was only delayed by four or five seconds at most. After being struck by lightning twice and having his internal organs shattered, there was almost no chance of him surviving.

"Senior Chu!" Chen Ling shouted to the side.

In fact, before he could speak, Chu Muyun rushed over.

His secret pupils immediately scanned Jian Changsheng's body, and his expression turned quite ugly. He shook his head:

"No, he's too badly injured..."

Chu Muyun is indeed a miracle doctor, but that doesn't mean he is omnipotent. Even if he took out the hammer and smashed Jian Changsheng again, Jian Changsheng's life fire would probably be completely extinguished in the process.

As the two were talking, Bai Qi's breath had become as weak as a gossamer, and Jian Changsheng's soul beside him floated up uncontrollably again and was dragged towards the Temple of the Dead.

A look of determination flashed in Chen Ling's eyes.

He directly took out a disc from his arms and pressed it hard on Bai Qi's chest!

"Mr. Han!"

Chen Ling called out the name of the person hidden in the disc.

This disc was the one Chen Ling had used to house Mr. Han, the former leader of the Divine Medical Sect. Previously, Chen Ling had sealed it away in the Ancient Treasures of the Dao of Drama. However, entering the Ancient Treasures of the Dao of Ghosts this time was too dangerous. After much hesitation, he decided to carry the disc with him, just in case...

Now it seems that his decision at that time was correct. Mr. Han's [Land of Death] is the only way to save Jian Changsheng's life.

As long as Jian Changsheng's life is locked and he doesn't die immediately, there is still room for recovery!

Chen Ling's words fell...

The disc didn't respond at all.

Mr. Han did not join the Twilight Society, so naturally he had no obligation to save Chen Ling. His silence might be his only bargaining chip at the moment.

Chen Ling certainly knew what he wanted. At such a critical moment, Chen Ling spoke again without hesitation:

"Save him and I'll give you freedom."

Next second,

A broken area opened up from the disc!

Mr. Han, whose spirit has been destroyed once, now has only one tenth of his strength left, but he can still use the [Land of Death] to lock Jian Changsheng's life.

As his domain enveloped Jian Changsheng's body, the flame of life that was about to be completely extinguished suddenly froze, as if it had suddenly grabbed the throat of the god of death and began to wrestle with it.

Jian Changsheng did not die, but there was no chance of survival. The soul that was dragged to the Temple of the Dead still did not return.

Mr. Han's tired voice sounded from the disc:

"With my current strength, I can only lock him up for an hour at most... After an hour, his life or death will have nothing to do with me."

After saying this, Mr. Han fell silent.

An hour?

Chen Ling frowned, not knowing what he was thinking about.

boom--! ! !

A boning knife flew backwards, grazed his cheek, and was thrown into the ruins beside him with a whistling sound.

Wang Jian had easily dealt with the strange knife with centipede legs. He looked at Chen Ling and Bai Qi, who was saved with his last breath, with a serious look on his face... A hint of helplessness flashed in the depths of his eyes.

He did feel a little regretful for not being able to devour Bai Qi here, but the previous blow had already absorbed most of the killing spirit. And as Bai Qi said, there was no possibility of resurrection for him now, so it would not affect what they were going to do in the future.

In fact, Wang Jian did not expect to meet Bai Qi here. He originally just wanted to take back the remaining souls of himself and those people. It was a pleasant surprise to have so many gains.

"You are Yingfu's man." Chen Ling's voice was extremely cold.

"That's right." Wang Jian said calmly, "I didn't expect to meet the actor emperor here... I have often heard His Majesty mention you."

"He didn't come?"

"Your Majesty has other important matters."

Chen Ling nodded slightly, "Then you, stay."

Chen Ling raised his hand and the boning knife flew back to his palm like lightning. With murderous intent surging, he almost flew close to the ground to kill Wang Jian!

Chen Ling didn't know much about history, and he didn't recognize any Wang Jian. However, since he, like Bai Qi, was a remnant soul that crawled out from the depths of the ancient military treasury, it was likely that he was a subordinate of Ying Fu during that period...

Could it be that Yingfu wanted to resurrect all his former ministers from their respective ancient Shinto treasures?