Chapter 102 They Are Coming

"Nothing unusual happened on Hanyue Street."

"Nothing unusual happened on Hanfeng Street."

"Nothing unusual happened on Hanxue Street..."

A series of voices came from the intercom. Chen Ling stood alone on the roof of a five-story building and looked around.

This building is already the tallest building in the neighborhood. If he stood here on weekdays, Chen Ling could see five or six streets... But now in the fog, he couldn't even see the edge of this floor, as if the whole world was wrapped in water vapor.

He sighed helplessly and pressed the intercom, "Nothing unusual happened on Hanshuang Street."

It was the evening of the second day after the thick fog fell. There was no sign of disaster invasion, and there was no reply from Aurora City... Everything was so quiet, so quiet that it made people feel uneasy.

Especially Chen Ling. Since he saw the reminder of the audience's expectations, he dared to be sure that something must have happened in District 3, but he searched all the streets last night and found nothing unusual.

"The third post of law enforcers took over, and the rest of the people can rest." Han Meng's voice came from the intercom, followed by a series of receipts.

As the sky gradually darkened, Chen Ling put away the intercom, went back to the first floor along the stairs, and walked straight to his home.

Last night, he was stimulated by the audience's expectations and did not sleep all night. Today, he needed to rest... He walked to the door of his house and looked at the Zhao's breakfast shop opposite. The lights were still bright. After hesitating for a moment, he did not disturb it and turned back to the house.

After washing up, Chen Ling lay back on the bed early, and his consciousness gradually sank into sleep...

Of course, dreaming is impossible.

Chen Ling opened his eyes again, and a pair of playful red eyes were staring at him in the audience. The dazzling spotlight hit him, making him the only focus on the shabby stage.

Chen Ling was not surprised by this, but he didn't know if it was his illusion. He vaguely felt that the audience's eyes on him today seemed to be more strange...

It was like he was expecting something.

Chen Ling frowned slightly and looked down at the screen on the stage. After a day of boring guard duty, the audience's expectations did not decline, and still maintained the progress of 39% last night. This was almost impossible for the audience.

"Something is wrong..." Chen Ling smelled something strange, "Something must have gone wrong."

Chen Ling carefully recalled everything in his mind, but did not find any problems. This was not surprising, because Chen Ling knew that the audience could see some "plots" that he could not see... It would take luck to infer the problem in this way.

Chen Ling thought for a long time and had to give up.

He closed his eyes, and in a trance, the twisted sacred road leading to the sky appeared again around him.

Since Chen Ling unlocked the qualification to step onto the second step, he would try to climb the steps almost every night. After all, he could feel that his mental power was increasing every day... Although it was only a very slight increase, it was still increasing.

Chen Ling took a deep breath and continuously injected his mental power into his feet. Just as his feet gradually approached the surface of the steps, a crisp bell suddenly sounded from above the stage!

Dinglingling——

Chen Ling was stunned.

Of course he was familiar with this bell, which meant that the intermission was over... For him, it was the dream that was about to wake up.

But he had just fallen asleep not long ago?

Chen Ling looked at the screen in front of the stage in confusion, and a line of characters had already popped up:

[Intermission is over, please continue the performance]

Then, there was a series of characters:

[Audience expectation value +3]

[Audience expectation value +3]

[Audience expectation value +...]

Chen Ling's consciousness suddenly fell!

...

Dongdongdong——

In his sleep, Chen Ling suddenly opened his eyes!

Is someone knocking on the door?

The mist flowed outside the dark window, and he quickly sat up and looked in the direction of the door.

Dongdongdong——

The knock on the door sounded again, not light or heavy, and the rhythm of each sound was extremely even, giving people a feeling of elegance and politeness.

Chen Ling glanced at the time. It was less than an hour since he went to bed... No wonder the stage urged him to continue the performance. It turned out that someone came to knock on the door.

No, that's not right...

Chen Ling clearly remembered that before he lost consciousness on the stage, he saw the screen flashing reminders of the audience's expectations. It must be more than a simple knock on the door to make the audience so excited!

Chen Ling got off the bed without hesitation, took the gun on the bedside in his hand, and slowly approached the door.

Dong Dong Dong——

"Who?" Chen Ling said in a deep voice.

A moment later, a harsh and weird voice sounded from the door.

"I'm here... to find someone..."

Hearing this voice, Chen Ling knew that something was wrong. This was not a sound that human vocal cords could make. It was as harsh as hearing nails scratching on a blackboard, but this harshness was imitating the way humans speak.

Looking for someone?

Chen Ling asked subconsciously, "Who?"

"The Scarlet Lord of the Ghostly Abyss;"

"The Faceless King who mocks fate."

These two sentences, without any pause or obscurity, sounded very smooth and natural, as if they had been practiced many times.

Chen Ling's brain was working rapidly, thinking about whether to open the door to see what was behind it, or to shoot directly... After a moment of silence, he answered:

"The person you are looking for is not here."

The voice behind the door fell silent.

The next moment, Chen Ling's door exploded!

In the gray mist, a figure rushed towards Chen Ling's face!

Chen Ling was prepared, and instantly raised his knee to hit the chest of the figure, and then used the handle of the gun to whistle and hit the other's head. The figure groaned and fell heavily to the ground.

It was not until this time that Chen Ling could barely see his full appearance.

"Zhao Yi?"

Seeing the man's face, Chen Ling was stunned.

"... Be careful! My shadow!!" Zhao Yi's face was pale, and he shouted despite the dizziness in his head.

Chen Ling's pupils shrank slightly, and almost at the same time, a huge afterimage swept in front of him from the shadows!

It was so fast that Chen Ling had no time to think. His move was the strongest killing move. The field of the Tribunal suddenly opened, and the black muzzle was instantly aimed in front of him. He pulled the trigger without hesitation!

Bang!

The deconstructed bullet pierced through the black shadow, tearing it directly into nothingness, and turned it into a pile of broken mud and fell to the ground.

The mental power of the [Tribunal] was overdrawn, making Chen Ling a little dizzy, but it was much better than the time in the Bingdao Ancient Treasure. He frowned and looked at the shapeless corpse on the ground, and then looked at Zhao Yi who fell to the ground and coughed violently.

"Zhao Yi, what's going on?"

Zhao Yi lay on his back on the ground, gasping like a broken bellows, his voice was extremely weak, "Chen Ling... they are coming!"