Chapter 771

Distorted Path of the Actor?

Seeing this, the anger in the bowler hat man's eyes gradually rose.

He reached his hands out and grabbed Chen Ling's body through the air, forcefully twisting him back again. He even forcefully crashed through three walls, and forcefully nailed him into a giant pillar!

The current Chen Ling was already a bloody mess. Having lost one shoulder, he temporarily had no power to resist. After all, even the gun originally held in his palm had been crushed to pieces... His other hand was like being pressed down by a mountain, unable to even lift his fingertips.

Chen Ling's eyes full of bloodstains looked at the flip phone on the ground. On the screen, a countdown was constantly jumping:

—00:00:32

—00:00:31

—...

The last thirty seconds... Seeing this, Chen Ling's heart instantly hung up.

On the signal tower in the distance, the woman in leather clothing's Domain locked onto Chen Ling through the sniper scope, her eyes narrowing slightly...

"This time... you can't escape."

Crack—!

As a streak of lightning cut across the sky, the scene in the sniper scope suddenly turned white. In a trance, a grimace seemed to be pasted on the sniper scope, gruesome and bizarre.

The woman in leather clothes exclaimed, taking several steps back in fright. Her heart thumped wildly as if it was about to jump out of her chest.

What... the hell is that thing??

The woman in leather clothes rested for a moment, and settled her mind again. Doubtfully and uncertainly, she pressed her eye back onto the sniper scope... This time, that grimace didn't appear.

Was it an illusion?

The woman in leather clothes hesitated for a moment, but still put her fingertip back on the trigger. At this time, the Domain had already locked onto Chen Ling who was nailed to the stone pillar...

She took a deep breath and pulled the trigger again!

Bang—!!

The next moment, her gun barrel exploded with a boom!

Under the horrified gaze of the woman in leather clothes, the exploding gun barrel fragments scratched her cheek. Her entire person was blown to the center of the signal tower by the air waves of the explosion, and her vision suddenly went dark.

She sat blankly on the spot, taking fully a few seconds before recovering her senses...

The gun, exploded in the chamber??

"How is this possible... How is this possible??" The woman murmured to herself, as if she had lost her soul.

A gentle breeze brushed past the top of the signal tower, blowing the fragments of the exploded gun barrel fluttering down, as if an invisible hand brushed past her side, disappearing without a trace...

At the same time.

Inside the commercial building, the bowler hat man glanced at the direction of the Sniper Rifle, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter.

"That guy, what exactly is she waiting for?"

He coldly snorted, simply no longer waiting for the third shot to appear, but walking straight towards Chen Ling who was nailed to the stone pillar.

He raised his palm, as if pinching something in mid-air. The next moment, the nailed Chen Ling fiercely raised his only remaining hand, and fiercely gripped his own neck, as if wanting to forcefully strangle himself to death!

Chen Ling's blood vessels rapidly dilated. Fresh blood continuously spurted out from his severed arm and chest, and his breathing was also deadly curbed by his palm!

A steady stream of illusions surged into Chen Ling's mind, continuously stripping away his reason. It was as if he had lived several hundred years of life in just three short seconds. The chaotic thoughts gave him a splitting headache!

Crack—!

A second streak of lightning flashed across the sky.

Under the pale sky, a figure was walking over from the edge of the shattered glass curtain wall... It was a figure draped in a black and red Theatrical Robe. Under the flickering lightning, the ferocious and gruesome mask seemed to be able to steal people's souls. He carried a Ritual Bell in one hand, and an unknown flag on the other shoulder, bounding into the curtain wall with a somewhat hopping pace;

Seeing this scene, the bowler hat man suddenly froze. As if remembering something, his eyes were full of shock:

"[Nuo]? You are..."

As the grimace figure raised the flag in his hand and waved it forcefully, two bolts of thunder crashed down from the clouds, piercing through the curtain wall like a "cross". And the place where the two intersected, was exactly where the bowler hat man was located!

Boom—!!

This sudden "cross" thunder strike turned the bowler hat man's figure scorched black. Before he could make a move, a crisp sound of a Ritual Bell rang out.

A terrifying repulsive force directly swept across the floor, directly launching him out of the commercial building like a cannonball. After crashing through a curtain wall, he directly plummeted into the dim street block...

—00:00:05

—00:00:04

—...

The countdown on the phone screen jumped silently. Chen Ling, who was nailed to the stone pillar, lifted his eyelids with difficulty...

A streak of lightning cut across the sky, illuminating that ferocious grimace for an instant, like an envoy from the netherworld, standing silently in front of him.

"You are..." Chen Ling spoke hoarsely.

"You are 'ghost mock'? I didn't expect, you're also of the Path of the Actor..." A familiar man's voice came from under the mask, exactly the person who had talked to him on the phone not long ago.

But closely following, as if he noticed something, his voice suddenly became extremely surprised!

"Wait, your Path of the Actor... is actually also distorted?"

Crack—!

Roaring lightning sounded beside Chen Ling's ear. As the countdown on the phone screen returned to zero, lines of characters floated up from the nothingness!

[ID 129439 time limit reached]

[Loading interrupted]

Chen Ling's consciousness abruptly sank!

...

Gray World.

Railway tracks flickering with mysterious runes silently crawled on the pitch-black earth, like a winding and slender giant dragon.

And beside a certain section of the railway tracks at this moment, a figure was sitting bored out of his mind among the rubble. Propping his head with one hand, he occasionally looked up at the stone sculpture-like figure opposite him, who was Like an Old Monk in Deep Meditation.

"Eleven hours... no, it should be almost twelve hours. Why hasn't he woken up yet??"

Jian Changsheng, who had been sitting idly in the Gray World for twelve hours, was extremely depressed at this moment. He cursed and swore as he stood up from the ground, wishing he could grab Chen Ling's hem and forcefully shake him awake.

"So boring... truly going to die of boredom."

"My stomach is hungry, my mouth is thirsty, I want to sleep but don't dare to... You dog Hearts, you're quite free and easy yourself!" Jian Changsheng vigilantly looked around. After confirming there was no Calamity approaching, his cursing voice grew increasingly rampant.

He took a turn among the rubble in boredom. Finally, as if he thought of something, he lowered his head and picked up a pile of pitch-black stone powder. Then he glanced at Chen Ling who was still sleeping soundly, and walked towards him with ill intentions...

Jian Changsheng hooked a smear of stone powder with his fingertip, and painted it little by little onto Chen Ling's face. It looked like a cat, yet also like a fox, looking as ugly as could be... While the corners of the "culprit's" mouth continuously turned up.

Just as Jian Changsheng was about to paint a piece of * at the center of the brows, a USB Drive in front of Chen Ling suddenly popped out from the ground!

Jian Changsheng was taken aback. Before he could react, the close at hand Chen Ling fiercely opened his eyes. A mouthful of murky fresh blood sprayed onto Jian Changsheng's face like a fountain!!

Bang bang—!!

Two clusters of blood mist exploded from Chen Ling's body simultaneously. His eyes rolled back, and he fell directly into Jian Changsheng's embrace...

At the same time, a miserable scream full of shock and anger rang out in the sky above the Gray World:

"No way... Again?!!"