Chapter 1458: Tears of the Red King (II)

Sure enough.

This Nuo-masked figure was the Red King of the Fourth Generation World!

Chen Ling carefully observed this Nuo-masked figure, still finding it hard to believe... He had thought that the Red King of every world was of the Opera Divine Dao, but it seemed that wasn't the case... Red King was more like a codename.

"Red King..." Chen Yan muttered to himself.

The effect of the drug gradually faded, and his consciousness slowly cleared. He immediately began to struggle:

"Why am I here? I... I want to go home! My brother is having surgery today, I have to go home and wait for him... I have to take care of him!"

Chen Yan struggled to get down from the Nuo-masked figure’s arms and turned to run home, but the next moment, a hand grabbed his wrist.

"Do you... really want to see your brother?" The voice under the Nuo mask was somewhat low.

"Of course!"

"Good, I’ll take you."

Chen Yan was startled. Before he could say anything else, the Nuo-masked figure pulled him and took a step forward.

Hum—

The moment the Nuo-masked figure stepped out, time and space seemed to freeze around him. Within just a few steps, he crossed the misty rain curtain and arrived at a mass grave.

At this time, the mass grave had been washed into a muddy mess by the rain, but one could still vaguely see a series of footprints. It seemed that someone had been here just a moment ago... At the end of the footprints, a pile of fresh soil was gradually being soaked by the rain.

The Nuo-masked figure raised his hand and pointed at the pile of muddy soil:

"That... is your brother."

Chen Yan froze.

The next second, he looked angrily at this inexplicable figure in the opera robe. "What are you talking about! I’m not joking around with you here... My brother should be at the hospital, I’m going to find him!"

"I am not joking with you." The Nuo-masked figure’s tone grew deeper. "If you don't believe me... go see for yourself."

Chen Yan stared at him fixedly. After a moment, he turned his head and walked toward the pile of soil.

"Fine, I’ll look!"

"I don't know who you are... but if you dare to curse my brother, I will definitely not let you off! In a moment, you are going to apologize to me and my brother!"

Chen Yan was about to casually dig at the pile of soil to prove the Nuo-masked figure wrong, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a shovel discarded not far away... He was slightly startled, picked up the shovel, and found that the edge of the shovel was still stained with blood.

For some reason, Chen Yan’s heart trembled slightly.

He gripped the shovel tightly with both hands and thrust it into the mud. As he threw away handfuls of soil, the bloodstains under his feet became more intense!

Finally,

a blood-stained, tattered burlap sack came into Chen Yan’s view.

Chen Yan froze in place.

He subconsciously raised his hand and reached toward the tightly tied mouth of the sack...

"I don't suggest you open it." The Nuo-masked figure’s voice came slowly. "Sometimes, witnessing everything is not a good thing... You only need to know the result."

Chen Yan’s hands began to tremble slightly. He ignored the Nuo-masked figure’s warning and opened the sack bit by bit...

A shriveled, blood-red corpse that looked like mud came into Chen Yan’s view.

His whole body began to tremble violently!

"This..."

"No... how is this possible???"

"Chen Tan and his wife wanted to take your heart to treat your brother’s illness... But they didn't expect that the group of so-called 'Divine Witches' and 'doctors' they trusted were just a group of organ traffickers." The Nuo-masked figure’s voice was calm.

"They killed your brother, dug out all his organs, and threw his body into the wilderness... If I hadn't saved you, you would be lying there with him right now."

Chen Yan was struck as if by lightning!

Chen Ling looked at the Nuo-masked figure again, the confusion in his eyes growing deeper.

What was the background of this Fourth Generation Red King? Why was he so knowledgeable about the events in District 3... Looking at that Nuo mask, Chen Ling had a vague guess in his heart, but he wasn't sure.

"Why... why did it have to be like this??" Chen Yan was nearly collapsing.

"My brother was just sick, he didn't commit any great sin... Why treat him like this?! You... since you came to save me, why couldn't you save him too? Even... even if you just went to save him? If he needed my heart to treat his illness, I would have been willing to give it to him directly... couldn't you have just gone to save him?"

"This is his fate." The Nuo-masked figure paused. "And you... you shouldn't have died."

"Then he deserved to die??!!"

"He was sick; he was destined to die."

"Bullshit!!!!"

Chen Yan roared hysterically in the rainy night. He was furious, and having lost control of his emotions, he charged directly at the Nuo-masked figure.

But the Nuo-masked figure just gently raised his hand, grabbed Chen Yan by the collar, and lifted him up. Pale lightning flashed in the sky, and under the ferocious Nuo mask, a pair of purple eyes stared at the enraged Chen Yan.

"Is it useful for you to vent your anger on me?"

"You are too weak, so weak that you don't even have the qualifications to fight me!"

"I am not the one who killed your brother, and I am not the one who caused this tragedy... If you really want to avenge your brother, you should punish those true villains!"

The Nuo-masked figure threw Chen Yan onto the muddy ground. The torrential rain poured onto his opera robe, leaving him in a wretched state.

"I..." Chen Yan’s lips trembled slightly.

"You can do it." The Nuo-masked figure looked down at him in the rain. "I know you are a genius... a genius unique in this world! You have rejected it so many times... This time, don't miss it again."

Chen Yan slowly looked up, and saw that in the rift of the thick rain clouds, a star like cinnabar glaze lit up silently.

His fists clenched tightly!!

Rumble—

Rain and thunder intertwined.

That night, that brilliant and magnificent Opera Divine Dao descended upon the mass grave... This time, it was not rejected, and a new star of the Opera Divine Dao, crowning the era, rose amidst anger and despair.

The red-bottomed, black-patterned opera robe and that black-purple opera robe fluttered silently in the mass grave. Their gazes were somewhat moved...

He,

has finally stepped onto this path that belongs to him...

They both thought so.

The surging aura of the Opera Divine Dao gradually dissipated, and a youth in a muddy opera robe walked out slowly... After the baptism of the Opera Divine Dao, Chen Yan’s gaze was as brilliant as a gemstone, and as cold as frost.

He looked down at the hollowed-out corpse beside him, his lips pressed together slightly...

He bent down to stroke the corpse’s cheek, his fingertips trembling as he closed those eyes that had died with regret, and then personally scooped up the surrounding soil to bury the corpse... His brother was dead, and the dead were to be respected. No matter what he did afterward, he hoped his brother could be laid to rest in peace.

"Brother... I will make them pay the price." Chen Yan’s voice was somewhat hoarse.

He stood up slowly and looked toward the direction of District 3...

A chilling murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Under the gaze of Chen Ling and the Nuo-masked figure, Chen Yan raised his hand and tore gently at his cheek... The face skin dissipated into the void, and a face of Chen Ling covered his original appearance.

The Nuo-masked figure was slightly startled. "You are..."

"They killed my brother." Chen Yan looked down at the puddle rippled by the rain. The appearance of "Chen Ling" was stirred within it, broken and shattered. "I will use this face... to make them pay the price."

The Nuo-masked figure looked at him with a complex gaze.

Chen Ling sighed in his heart...

He watched the figure in the opera robe walking away step by step in the rainy night, his heart filled with mixed feelings...

Even in the Fourth Generation World, even without the performance conditions brought by the theater, even without the guidance of the Red King... the Chen Yan of this era still made the same choice:

[Lose the one who loves you most, and become him]