Watching Chen Ling's head turn into a gun barrel, Chu Muyun and the shadow man were dumbfounded at the same time.
"Bang!" Chen Ling's vocal cords simulated a gunshot.
A dazzling fire burst from the muzzle, and the two figures standing directly in front quickly came to their senses and dodged swiftly! They crossed dozens of meters in the snow at an astonishing speed before coming to a stop.
Looking back, they found that no bullets had been fired from the gun barrel at all, only continuous sparks bursting from the muzzle, as if simulating the act of firing a gun.
"This..." the shadow man asked in confusion, "Did Square 7 ever mention that 【Thousand Faces】...
can transform into a gun barrel?" "No," Chu Muyun shook his head, "【Thousand Faces】 has the ability of disguise, only able to change appearances, but he...
seems to be able to transform objects as well." "That's just too abnormal, is this the power of that twisted divine path..." "But great power usually comes with a greater cost." Chu Muyun calmly gazed at the red figure in the snow, imagining itself as a gun barrel, with a complex expression.
"Bang, bang, bang!" The gun barrel transformed by Chen Ling continuously fired into the void, like a soulless walking corpse.
Until his gun barrel "saw" the three people cowering under the house, Qian Fan, and suddenly stopped...
as if contemplating.
"Does he still retain his sanity?" the shadow man asked in astonishment.
"I would say, instinct," Chu Muyun said lightly, "the instinct for revenge." At the same time, Qian Fan and the other two people targeted by the gun barrel turned pale again.
They had just witnessed Chen Ling's resurrection of the divine path, tearing his body apart, and then turning into a madman shooting wildly...
The successive cognitive shocks had almost stopped their brains from functioning.
"Why the hell...
won't you die? Why aren't you dead yet?!" Qian Fan roared, raising his gun barrel again and pulling the trigger repeatedly at the red-clothed monster! Bullets hit Chen Ling's body, splattering fresh blood, even though his appearance had turned into a gun, his physical strength had not increased significantly, as if he had just changed his skin...
The next moment, a face skin was once again peeled off from Chen Ling's face.
The originally huge and bizarre gun barrel disappeared without a trace, replaced by a red figure with a "Danjiao" appearance, with eyebrows like hooks, bearing a striking resemblance to the deceased Chen Yan from the eyes.
The bright red opera gown stepped lightly through the snow, like the only crimson in the pale world.
The "Danjiao" stared straight at Qian Fan and the other two, lips slightly parted, followed by Chen Yan's melodious and penetrating singing voice echoing in the courtyard! "The little nun is twenty-eight years old, in her prime, her head shaved by her master.
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Every day, burning incense and changing water in the Buddha hall, seeing a few disciples playing at the mountain gate..." The opera continued, the red figure trailing an afterimage, disappearing in an instant...
Qian Fan felt a blur before his eyes, and his wrist was cut open by a dagger, he screamed in pain, and the gun fell into the snow.
His other hand immediately reached into his chest, trying to pull out a sacrificial object, but a cold light flashed, and his other hand floated lightly out of his arm...
"He looks at us, we look at him..." Under the red apricot eye makeup, a pair of hollow pupils stared straight at Qian Fan, almost touching his face.
"Chen Ling...
Chen Ling! I know I was wrong!!" Qian Fan's features contorted in agony, but fear dominated his heart, "Spare me...
I'll give you all my money! I'll never...
again..." "Puff!" A sharp blade pierced Qian Fan's chin, silencing his pleas.
"He and us, we share, both sides have many concerns..." Qian Fan's body fell stiffly to the snow, and the "Danjiao" slowly withdrew the dagger, looking at the only two law enforcers left in the courtyard.
The two exclaimed in surprise, without the slightest thought of resistance, they turned and ran towards the gate of the courtyard.
At the same time, "Danjiao" moved lightly across the ground, his wide sleeves fluttering like butterfly wings, the cold light of the dagger cutting an elegant arc in the snow, and two splashes of blood sprayed out.
He slowly stopped his steps.
As the last two bodies fell to the ground, the entire courtyard was soaked in blood.
The figure in red stood amidst the corpses, blood dripping from the blade, like a demon walking out of hell.
After some time, the disguise on Chen Yan's face dissipated, and Chen Ling returned to his original appearance.
He stood alone in the sea of blood, the dagger gently falling to the ground, and with a cold wind blowing by, he fell to the ground like withered grass.
"Finally, it's over..." Chu Muyun and the others walked over from a distance, looking at the unconscious Chen Ling, sighing deeply.
"The fusion of the 'world-ending' disaster has embarked on a twisted path of gods...
From now on, he is destined to be different," the shadowy man said slowly.
"Different, isn't that the best?" Chu Muyun smiled, "The Twilight Society accepts the different." "Are you sure you want to include him in the Twilight Society?" "It's not me..." Chu Muyun took out an envelope from the pocket of his coat, holding it between his fingertips.
On the envelope was a red Joker card.
"It's the Red King." ...
Boom! A buzzing sound came from the void, and the snowflakes shattered in an instant.
In the wilderness several kilometers away from the courtyard, a bored boy holding a stick suddenly looked up in surprise.
In the center of the snow-covered "Plum Blossom 8," a fierce crack spread wildly, and Han Meng's hands reached out from the crack, grabbing the edge and pulling hard! The "Plum Blossom 8" shattered, and Han Meng's body passed through the void completely, his black windbreaker covered in dust and blood, looking extremely disheveled.
"He actually made it out?" The boy covered his mouth in astonishment...
or rather, the big hole on the white paper representing the "mouth." Han Meng's chest heaved violently, as if the previous action had taken a toll on him.
He stared fiercely at the boy sitting in place and raised his gun without hesitation! "Don't be so excited.
I admit I underestimated you just now.
I didn't expect there to be a genius in the Aurora Realm," the boy said with interest, propping his chin.
"Your name is Han Meng, right? Do you want to join our Twilight Society?" "Not interested," Han Meng's voice was icy cold.
"An organization of lunatics and executioners, when did they dare to appear openly in the human realm?" "Tsk, it seems you have a deep bias against us." "This is a fact." An invisible field opened around Han Meng.
"Human Convention Article 139, any realm, once a member of the Twilight Society is discovered, they are immediately placed on the highest level of the realm's kill list, with priority even above the 'Fusionists' and 'Fire Usurpers'...
You are enemies of the human realm." "Don't say that, we haven't done anything heinous." The boy spoke displeased.
"Is that so?" Han Meng sneered, "Including...
wiping out an entire human realm?"”