I Am Not the God of Drama

Dungeon

[Audience Expectation Value +4]

[Current Expectation Value: 49%]

As these two lines of characters drifted up before his eyes, Chen Ling slowly stood up straight, the smile on his face gradually dissipating.

By this time, Chi Tong's vitality had been completely worn away by Hong Xiu's killing intent, but even so, he still stared fiercely at Chen Ling, dying with eyes wide open.

Even in death, Chi Tong could not figure out how Chen Ling had managed to break free from the Silver King's memory exchange. After such a long time, he hadn't revealed the slightest flaw. At the same time, he had actually managed to turn Hong Xiu right under everyone's noses...

"With his work capabilities, he would be a talent anywhere..." Hong Xiu glanced at the documents piled on Chi Tong's desk and let out a long sigh. "Unfortunately, he just had to submit to the Silver King."

"As long as he's on the Path of the Thief, he must obey the Silver King. It has nothing to do with whether he wants to or not," Chen Ling said indifferently.

"To consolidate his absolute authority over the Path of the Thief, the Silver King took away the 'Rank 8' of the Path of the Thief. He did achieve his goal, but the drawbacks are also obvious. If he had delegated power to Chi Tong this time and allowed him to advance to Rank 8, our plan would never have succeeded so easily...

Chi Tong was not stupid. Ever since the Fire-Stealers took over the Wuji Domain, he had single-handedly accomplished the political administration. He was also the only one among all the Thief Saints with leadership abilities. Unfortunately, he met a king who didn't trust him and a freak who could retain his memories under the Silver King.

Even Fang Liangye, who was putting on an empty fort strategy outside, was single-handedly created by the Silver King...

Hong Xiu moved Chi Tong's corpse under the desk to hide it. Chen Ling raised his hand and waved it, and the blood splattered on the ground was reshaped and solidified, then thrown directly out the window. In less than ten seconds, all traces of Chi Tong's murder scene were erased.

"We don't have much time left. With Chi Tong dead, I don't know if the Silver King will sense anything." Hong Xiu's expression was extremely solemn.

Chen Ling gave a grunt of acknowledgement, directly pushed open the office door, and with Chi Tong's face, spoke in a deep voice:

"Someone come!!"

A few seconds later, a Fire-Stealer hurried over.

"Lord Chi Tong, what are your orders?"

"I'm going down to the dungeon."

"... The dungeon?" The Fire-Stealer was slightly puzzled, but he would not refuse Chi Tong's command. "Yes, I will go get the keys to open the way for you right now."

This Fire-Stealer left briefly, then returned carrying a large bunch of keys, leading Chen Ling and Hong Xiu towards the depths of the church.

As the Fire-Stealer used the keys in his hand to consecutively open two doors, a narrow staircase leading underground unfolded before Chen Ling.

Empty cages passed by Chen Ling's side one after another. The surrounding light grew dimmer and dimmer, as if some power was suppressing the light... This was Chen Ling's first time entering the depths of the church. From the corner of his eye, he remained vigilant of his surroundings, guarding against any danger that might appear.

But facts proved that with Hong Xiu by his side, there was no danger at all in the entire church. A wisp of killing intent occasionally emanating from Hong Xiu's body directly drove away the surrounding encroaching darkness, ensuring that the kerosene lamps in their hands remained bright and clear.

"Lord Chi Tong, we've arrived at the dungeon... Do you have any instructions?"

The Fire-Stealer asked cautiously.

Chen Ling didn't answer. He walked slowly forward along the narrow stone path, his gaze scrutinizing the cells on both sides one by one...

The few cells at the dungeon entrance were basically empty, but the deeper they went, the more people were locked in the cells.

Some were witches arrested during the Lord of Wuji's rule, some were members of the Rat Party arrested during the Silver King's era. These people were all curled up in dark corners, only their cold eyes silently staring at Chen Ling as he passed by the door.

Suddenly, Chen Ling stopped in front of a cell.

In the dim, crude cell, a dark-haired woman draped in knight's armor was sitting straight up on the edge of the bed like a sculpture. Her eyes were tightly closed, as if deep in meditation... Sensing Chen Ling's gaze, those eyes opened instantly like unsheathed swords and swept over.

The moment he met her gaze, a chill surged from the soles of Chen Ling's feet to the top of his head, as if he had been locked onto by some dangerous, ferocious beast!

This oppressive aura did not come from the knight's rank, but from the anger and killing intent contained in that soul. It was a pressure seeping over from the absolute freezing cold at the northernmost edge of the world.

Undoubtedly, imprisoned within this knight's body was the soul of the number one female Asura in the world, the Commander-in-Chief of the Enforcers in Aurora City.

Just like Chen Ling and Fang Liangye's situation, the gap between Hong Xiu and the knight was simply too great. Even though the two had swapped memories, the knight's memories were still affected by Hong Xiu's body, becoming cold and severe. And the injection of Hong Xiu's memories into the knight's body also made this body's gaze full of oppressive aura!

The knight's gaze swept past Chen Ling and looked at Hong Xiu beside him. The gazes of the two met in mid-air, and the air stagnated for a moment.

"You are..."

The knight looked at that Enforcer's windbreaker, her brows knitting tighter and tighter.

Sensing the changes in the prisoners in the dungeon, sweat began to seep from the Fire-Stealer's forehead. He ran to Chi Tong's side and whispered:

"Lord Chi Tong, exactly what are you going to do? Tell us, ah?"

Chen Ling gave him a faint glance. "Make him shut up."

The Fire-Stealer was taken aback.

Bang!

Before he could collect himself, Hong Xiu casually flicked a finger, shattering his head through the air. Blood and brain matter splattered all over the floor, and a headless corpse slowly collapsed, making a dull thud.

The entire dungeon plunged into a dead silence.

The breathing of all the prisoners present grew heavy. They looked at Chen Ling and the black-clad woman beside him in disbelief, their thoughts stalling for a moment... Some of them knew Chi Tong, some didn't, but no matter what, that person had just publicly killed a Fire-Stealer right in the dungeon.

Anyone with any brains acutely sensed that something was wrong... What changes had occurred outside?

The next moment, they saw Chen Ling slowly raise his hand and forcefully tear at his chin!

As a layer of face skin dissipated in mid-air, a figure draped in a great crimson theatrical robe replaced the original Chi Tong, standing tall in the dimness of the dungeon. The faint light of the kerosene lamp reflected in those deep pupils as they slowly swept over the crowd.

"I am the Six of Hearts of the Dusk Society, Chen Ling."

"Since everyone is locked up here, it means you are enemies of the Lord of Wuji, or the Silver King..."

"What a coincidence, the two of them are also my enemies..."

"I really like creating trouble for my enemies, so... I hope everyone here can become 'trouble'."

Chen Ling gave Hong Xiu a look. The latter nodded slightly, raised her hand, and flicked again. A wisp of killing intent instantly swept through the entire dungeon. The chains engraved with curse runes hanging on the doors of all the cages snapped in response, and dozens of cages opened simultaneously!

The candlelight of the kerosene lamp cast Chen Ling's theatrical robed figure onto the wall, like a demon swaying in the flames. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he chuckled softly:

"The Silver King is out, and the Lord of Wuji is restricted... Everyone, the time has come for each to rely on their own merit."