Chapter 817

Sunset

Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly:

"Right now, wherever Tu Tian, who got the 'Privilege', is, that place will become the center of the storm.

But no matter how they slaughter and fight each other, they are destined to not get a single bit of benefit... The ultimate beneficiary can only be me."

Chen Ling spread his palm. A crystal-clear bead was lying in his palm, emitting an intoxicating faint light.

Seeing this bead, Jian Changsheng's eyes instantly went straight!

"When it comes to having a black heart, it really has to be you!" Jian Changsheng reached out a hand, "Lend it to me to have a look?"

"Not lending."

"So stingy?!"

"Didn't you say you're not interested in the [Heaven-Reaching Star Position]? If you're not interested, I'm interested! You giving it to me is helping someone in need!" Jian Changsheng said with righteous indignation.

Chen Ling gave him a disdainful look. "I got this with my own ability. You want to take it away without offering any benefits?"

"Then... then what do you want?"

Jian Changsheng touched himself all over. Apart from a few scattered coins, his pockets were cleaner than his face. He could only look eagerly at Chen Ling, "I don't have money, but I have a life... How about I let you hack me a few times to add to the fun?"

Chen Ling: ...

Chen Ling couldn't be bothered to pay attention to him. Rolling his eyes, he was about to leave.

Right at this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to sweep over something, and suddenly stopped his footsteps... walking towards a certain piece of ruins.

He brushed aside the piled-up crushed stones and rubble. Underneath was a beggar covered entirely in blood, with several knife wounds on his body, a pale face, and tightly closed eyes, looking as if he had been dead for a long time.

"What happened to this person?" Jian Changsheng walked over and asked in confusion.

"... Not right."

Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly. In those meticulous pupils, one could faintly see a blood vessel of this person still beating imperceptibly. And when the two got closer, that beating obviously sped up.

"Playing dead?"

Chen Ling was somewhat surprised. This was his first time seeing such brilliant play-dead methods. Even Pu Xiachan and the others just now hadn't noticed he was still alive. If it weren't for Chen Ling possessing the [Secret Pupil], I'm afraid he would have been deceived too...

Looking at it this way, Li Shengmen's plan just now, and even that secret plot between Chen Ling and Jian Changsheng, were all heard by him!

With his play-dead method punctured, the Beggar's heart beat even faster.

He simply gave up his disguise. His tightly closed eyelids trembled slightly before opening, and the blood in his entire body flowed once again. Falling on the ground, he looked at Chen Ling and the other, and opened his mouth hoarsely:

"That... you two heroes, actually I heard nothing just now..."

A black muzzle pressed against his glabella.

Bang—!!

Gunfire instantly flashed. Chen Ling expressionlessly pulled the trigger, directly shattering Heart 7's head with a boom.

Clean, decisive, fundamentally not giving him a chance to eke out a living.

After a shot to the head, scarlet fresh blood carrying head fragments splattered all over the ground. Heart 7, who finally managed to play dead until now, was now thoroughly dead.

"A cunning outlander." Jian Changsheng clicked his tongue. "Fortunately we were smart, otherwise we would have been deceived by him!"

"? What does it have to do with you?"

Chen Ling rolled his eyes and put away the gun.

Afterwards, he took out the roster of referees from his pocket. After sweeping his gaze over the names on it, he quickly locked onto the Beggar's face.

"Mm... folk expert, Fourth Order, named Jin Fugui... Mm??"

"Jin Fugui? Isn't that the name of the person who went out just now?" Jian Changsheng was somewhat confused.

"It seems that person's name was an impersonation... Yes, I checked, that person's real name just now wasn't this."

"Impersonation, huh! Too des..." Halfway through Jian Changsheng's words, he seemed to realize something, and smiled somewhat awkwardly. "Mm... heh heh heh heh heh... too tragic."

Chen Ling couldn't be bothered to pay attention to him. He just silently rubbed his chin, deep in thought.

"This kind of style, somehow feels a bit familiar..."

"What's familiar or not familiar." Jian Changsheng guiltily changed the topic again. "Let's leave quickly!"

Chen Ling nodded slightly. While walking, he took out the Walkie-talkie and said in a referee's voice:

"The Dark Palace side is over, you can send people over to collect the corpses..."

"..."

"In the end, Tu Tian got the [Privilege], and three people survived. Now they have all left."

"..."

"I also didn't expect the casualties to be so heavy... Perhaps, it's because of their internal strife?"

"..."

The two walked straight into the passage one after the other, disappearing without a trace... Only Heart 7 remained, Dying With Eyes Wide Open, looking in the direction the two left, seemingly having viciously memorized their appearances.

...

An unknown amount of time passed.

A figure like a ghost floated out from behind a silent wall, landing lightly on the ground without weight.

His lowered eyelids stared in the direction Chen Ling and the other left. His pale cheeks carried not a trace of blood color, like a corpse crawling out of a tomb. Only a dot of cinnabar red on his glabella was demonic and mysterious.

"A Path of the Actor disguised as a referee, huh... Truly wonderful."

A peaceful voice sounded from within his body, as if from the netherworld, but in this process, his lips never moved.

His gaze swept across the Dark Palace filled with corpses everywhere. A hand white as jade slowly raised, pinching an incantation gesture at his chest. A mysterious power began to spread crazily towards the surroundings!

"But no matter what, thank you for your gift."

An invisible ripple swept across the entire Dark Palace. That person's lowered eyelids finally lifted slowly. One black and one white pupil seemed to reverse Yin and Yang. In the reflection of these eyes, white shadows like souls began to crawl up from every corpse!

In the Six Palaces of Qiaohuang, at every level, every participant who was buried within seemed to be awakened by some kind of power, bewilderedly sitting up from their respective corpses... Their eyes were empty, as if devoid of self-consciousness, and only a few with higher Ranks still retained a glimmer of light.

Snow-white chains extended from that person's hand seals, piercing through the nothingness, tying the wrists of all the ghosts. Following that, these dozens of ghosts all slowly stood up as if being manipulated.

They floated lightly through all the levels, walls, and floor slabs, eventually arriving beside those Yin-Yang Eyes!

His eyelids lowered once again, shielding the two Yin and Yang pupils. Those ghosts then disappeared from the field of vision, and only a bone-piercing chill still lingered around.

He stepped slowly into the passage.

As flights of stairs were stepped under his feet, a moment later, he arrived at the surface from the Dark Palace... When that dim yellow sunlight sprinkled on his body, those lowered eyes completely closed, like a blind man isolated from the world.

"The sun is setting..." He closed his eyes and bathed in the setting sun, muttering to himself,

"After a thousand years of time, the Path of Ghosts will finally descend upon the world once more."