Chapter 316

Bang bang bang bang bang bang.

Six loud gunshots made Ning Zhe's footsteps pause. He looked back, and the corridor behind him was empty, only the crystal lamp hanging overhead still emitting cold white light.

"Really a coincidence." Ning Zhe muttered to himself lightly. He hadn't left for long, and something happened on Xia Yubing's side. This was too coincidental.

However, Ning Zhe didn't let this gunshot divert his attention. He was surprised for a moment and then stepped forward to continue walking. If Xia Yubing couldn't handle this little thing, it would be better for her to die.

Passing through the corridor, the crisp sound of leather shoes hitting the floor became sharp and clear. The flat heels under Ning Zhe's feet became thin and long, and the suit on his body turned into a dark purple waist-cinching dress, with long hair coiled behind his head like dark clouds.

Ning Zhe tucked a few loose strands of hair behind his ears and closed his eyes. Human figures who were panicked, flustered, or running around like headless flies in various parts of the theater appeared in his mind. Those were the theater staff who had been gathered in the audience seats before and were scared away by the suddenly appearing corpses.

This is the rule of "Te Rang." As long as there is a shadow, it cannot escape his pursuit.

And the shadow that Ning Zhe is moving the "Te Rang" perception rule to find at this moment, after switching to the identity of Feng Yushu, is Fursoles, who fled after being scared by the God of Wealth before.

Fursoles' escape made Ning Zhe understand one thing, and that is when he borrowed the ink fountain to draw a circle on the ground to trap the opera house before, he shouldn't have sealed the place completely, but secretly left a small opening.

The evidence is that the electricity in the opera house has been maintained normally until now, and the lighting from the corridor to the dance floor is still on, and the surveillance system is also operating normally. Although this can also be explained by the opera house having a backup generator, judging from Fursoles' decisive performance and expression when he fled before, the truth is probably not so.

Judging from Fan Dai Ke's understanding of his good brother, Fursoles' demeanor when he fled just now showed that he wasn't fleeing in a panic, but was a decisive withdrawal after making response measures.

Put yourself in Fursoles' shoes. If I were Fursoles, knowing that I had been targeted by the God of Wealth, what would I do?

"If it were me, I wouldn't seal the opera house completely at all, but would secretly leave a hidden small opening, convenient for myself to escape."

"I wouldn't return the borrowed ink fountain directly to Fan Dai Ke honestly either, but would secretly pocket a few drops of ink, hiding it on my body, just in case."

"And now I know I have been targeted by the God of Wealth, then in order to save my life, I should..."

"—I would leave the theater through the small opening left before, and then use the few drops of ink I pocketed beforehand to seal that opening, trapping the God of Wealth inside." Only then can my safety be guaranteed.

Need to find Fursoles quickly.

Thinking of this, Ning Zhe couldn't help but speed up his pace. The shadow has no facial features, and Te Rang cannot accurately identify who is who, only roughly judging the gender, height, and figure of the shadow's owner through characteristics such as body contours. And Fursoles' figure is medium, and his clothes are not fancy. His shadow is mixed in a group of male staff, and it can't be identified at all.

"However, I deliberately waited for everyone in the audience seats to be scared away by the suddenly appearing corpses before throwing out copper coins to summon the God of Wealth. Therefore, there were not many people who 'met' the God of Wealth at that time, and Fursoles was the closest one among them."

"In other words, after the God of Wealth took Xia Yubing's money and left, the first one He would find would be Fursoles."

Fursoles' shadow is not easy to find, but the God of Wealth is different. In a group of normal people with good arms and legs, one suddenly mixed in without a head, the recognition is needless to say.

Ning Zhe walked quickly in the corridor hanging with purple silk curtains. There was no shadow under the dark purple long dress. The perception range of Te Rang simulated by Taiyi is not as large as the real ghost held by Feng Yushu, but it is still enough to cover the entire opera house.

Even if he is not standing in the center of the dance floor now, Ning Zhe's perception still encompasses most of the area of the Saint-Golia Opera House.

But, Ning Zhe walked all the way, only seeing men and women coming and going, and messy sounds drifting past his ears. He searched and searched, but he never found the shadow of the God of Wealth.

The God of Wealth has disappeared.

"Am I late? Has the God of Wealth already left the opera house following Fursoles?" "Or is it..."

... No way, right?

An somewhat absurd possibility emerged from his heart. Ning Zhe stopped, reached into the plump and full fruits in front of his chest, and fished out a copper coin with fragrance.

Ding—

It was the sound of copper coins hitting the ground.

"Please, God of Wealth, appear." Ning Zhe said softly.

The life-buying money with a square hole inside and a round outside bounced twice on the waxed red pine floor and finally collapsed in the corner.

The God of Wealth didn't appear.

"I... fuck."

In the theater hall not long ago, the thunderous gunshots had just subsided.

!

Xia Yubing held the smoking revolver in her right hand, held her slightly trembling right wrist with her left hand, and her whole arm was a bit numb.

Revolvers are good at everything, the only two shortcomings are that they cannot be equipped with silencers and the shooting accuracy is slightly poor. It just so happened that Xia Yubing was a pure novice who hadn't touched a gun properly, and she fired continuously in a hurry. It was thanks to her strong body and brute force that she could persist until all six bullets were fired, and the gun in her hand didn't fly away.

It has to be said that Xia Yubing has a very shooting talent. Out of six shots, she actually hit three.

One shot in the chest, one shot in the stomach, and one shot in the thigh.

Ikes, who was hit by three bullets, covered his right thigh stained red with blood and slumped to the ground. Beads of sweat as big as beans rolled down from his forehead, and his face was as pale as paper, but there was no sign that he would die on the spot.

The entourage on the side had also reacted at this time and pulled out a gun from his bosom, guarding his master vigilantly, aiming the muzzle at Xia Yubing and Shalishali, who was scared silly by the gunshots.

"Ah this..." Xia Yubing was stunned, her gaze sweeping over the gunshot wounds on Ikes's chest and abdomen, but she didn't find blood seeping out from inside, so the answer was very obvious.

"Wearing a bulletproof vest to enter a theater, is this guy Lincoln?"

"Kill her!" Ikes roared.

The male entourage wanted to pull the trigger upon hearing this, but at the same time, a dull thud suddenly came from the audience seats beside them. The gazes of several people turned to look at the same time, only to see a brand-new corpse covered in blood appearing in the audience seats.

This was a young female corpse wearing a beige dress. Her facial features had been stirred into a mess by bullets, making it impossible to distinguish, but Shalishali still recognized her identity from her clothing.

"Ms. Mary?!"

(End of this chapter)