I'm not a drama god

Chapter 1604 Death Again

[Audience Expectation Value-50]

[Current expected value: 29%]

When Chen Ling opened his eyes, the writhing flesh and the intense feeling of suffocation immediately filled his mind!

When a fleshy, tumor-like eyeball bulged out from the flesh beside him, Chen Ling realized where he was... He thought his corpse would become a plaything of Chaozai, but unexpectedly, it fell into the hands of Zhuozai!

What about the Calamity of Mocking? Is it still around?

Chen Ling had no time to think, because a large number of flesh and blood roots were frantically drilling into his body from all directions, greedily absorbing his flesh and blood and power. Zhuozai's flesh and blood eye suddenly lit up, looking at Chen Ling inside his body as if he had discovered a treasure!

It suddenly discovered that this fake body was actually the real body of the demon!

And even if you're reduced to a bloody mist, you can still regenerate?!

At this moment, Zhuozai's curiosity about Chen Ling reached its peak. The dense roots almost turned Chen Ling's newly resurrected body into a hedgehog, and unprecedented pain surged into Chen Ling's heart!

He died once at the hands of the calamity-mongering, and now it seems he's going to die again at the hands of the turbidity-mongering...

He had been hoping that a single death might lower his guard, allowing him to survive this ordeal without fully unleashing his power, but now it seemed that was just wishful thinking.

Chen Ling knew that he could never escape from the body of the turbid disaster. He could only fight desperately against the endless stream of roots while doing his best to activate the [Play of All Beings] and continue writing Wen Shilin's life story.

The surrounding flesh and blood writhed continuously, and roots, like snakes, burrowed into Chen Ling's limbs. Not a single drop of scarlet blood flowed onto his skin; it was all instantly absorbed by the roots. All the veins on his body bulged, and a strong sense of dizziness surged into his heart...

He was almost drained dry by the calamity.

While the calamity was absorbing his flesh and blood, it seemed to be implanting something into his body. Tender green shoots sprouted from all over Chen Ling's skin, as if they had become a part of the calamity.

Even so, Chen Ling stared intently with her bloodshot eyes, having forgotten all the pain; only one thought remained in her mind…

Finish it!

Only by finishing this short biography will he have a chance to counter the calamity and regain his body!

However, even the strongest will can burn out when faced with absolute power... Under the frenzied plunder of the calamity, Chen Ling's eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and her rapid writing speed slowed down...

"Damn..."

"Damn!!"

"I can finish writing it... I definitely can... I..."

"Can……"

Chen Ling's flesh and blood body gradually became withered and shriveled.

In the end, he felt everything go black before his eyes, and his heart stopped beating once again... and the unfinished book, "The Play of All Beings: The Wen Shilin Chapter," was thus cut short in his hands.

His body was gradually covered by dense vegetation, as if he had been completely turned into fertilizer and submerged in the body of the calamity.

"..."

I do not know how long it has been,

A phantom soul wearing a press pass silently floated to Chen Ling's side. It gently raised its hand, as if grasping a non-existent pen from nothingness...

Then, they quickly continued writing on the unfinished script.

As the life he writes about gradually comes to a complete form, his soul grows increasingly dim, as if he has poured his own soul into this life script.

The moment the last period was written, his body vanished completely, as if he had never existed.

A script that shimmered with the light of the soul entered Chen Ling's mind.

……

"He's alive again?"

The calamity that was about to leave retreated back into the Bitter Flesh Forest, its eerie scarlet eyes fixed on the writhing calamity.

The turbid disaster was currently frantically sucking Chen Ling's life force, so it naturally wouldn't respond to the mocking disaster. Moreover, in its view, the two of you have been causing trouble on my territory for so long, so it's reasonable to collect some interest.

“Interesting…Give him to me.” Mocking Disaster’s crimson eyes narrowed as he reached out to Turbid Disaster.

The calamity remained unmoved, like an old monk in deep meditation.

The calamity sneered, and the next second, it suddenly raised its fist and smashed it down on the head of the calamity like a meteor!

Boom-! ! !

The two world-destroying forces clashed once again.

The hurricane howled through the Bitter Flesh Forest, and the surrounding plants could only desperately take root in the earth to barely keep themselves from being blown away by the aftershocks of the battle.

The calamity has already drained Chen Ling dry, so it's impossible to return him to the calamity. Besides, if that guy could be reborn, his value would be immeasurable!

While fighting Chaozai, Zhuozai kept an eye on his own body, hoping that his lifeless body would come back to life...

really,

The silent corpse suddenly twitched slightly at its fingertips!

Zhuozai was overjoyed at this moment, thinking that he had really struck gold this time. With such an infinitely miniature version of Chaozai, it would eventually surpass Chaozai and become the new strongest calamity!

However, this surprise lasted only a moment before its massive body suddenly exploded from the inside!

boom--! ! ! !

When that genuine aura of world destruction surged violently from its body, the Chaos Calamity was completely unaware of what was happening. It was as if it had swallowed a fully formed Chaos Calamity whole; the world-destroying aura tore it to shreds from the inside out!

At the same time, every calamity in the Bitter Flesh Forest witnessed its own king explode like fireworks...

Then,

An identical calamity slowly rose from the remains of his own king!

Everyone present witnessed this scene, including Chaozai... When it sensed that familiar aura rising from Zhuozai's body again, even it was stunned.

……

theater.

Chen Ling, dressed in theatrical robes, was thrown off the stage in the chaos.

His body was gradually swallowed up by the surrounding darkness, his thoughts and memories receded like the tide, and his gaze was gradually replaced by the same mockery and emptiness as that of the other spectators.

He's about to be assimilated into the audience again.

Chen Ling, maintaining her last shred of consciousness, suddenly turned around and looked at the stage. She saw a completely black audience member standing on the stage, laughing wildly. With a flick of his hands, ten sharp claws replaced his fingernails, and a primitive and savage beast surged out from his body!

That was the scourge personality that took control of the body this time... an extremely brutal killing machine.

Chen Ling gritted her teeth and looked down sharply at her hand, where she found a completed script silently emitting a faint glow in the darkness.