Chapter 902 Chen Ling's Transaction
Li Fu froze on the spot.
Chen Ling did not delve further into this topic, but spoke calmly:
"Do you want to change everything with your own hands?"
"What?"
"Change the ending of the story." Chen Ling glanced at the throne behind him and said calmly,
"Now you are just a loser who has betrayed all your relatives and cannot afford your fate... I know what you are thinking, leaving your sister in your care and finding a place to die by yourself, but do you really think it will be that simple?
Although Wu Qiong also has potential, there is only one person who can become the [Emperor] in the end. Compared with Zhu Zhong, the possibility of her winning in the end is not high.
Therefore, even if you want to entrust your sister to her and go around in circles, she may still fall into Zhu Zhong's hands. "
Hearing this, Li Fu's body trembled slightly, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly.
What Chen Ling said is true. Zhu Zhong now has the most men and the strongest combat power. If he wants to fight for the only [Emperor] in the end, Wu Qiong will most likely not be his opponent... Li Fu also realized this, no matter he No matter who you ask for mercy or kneel to, you may not be able to get around Zhu Zhong in the end.
What would happen if A Qian fell into Zhu Zhong's hands?
The best outcome is that Zhu Zhong uses A Qian to force him out and beats himself to death in order to take revenge; the worst outcome is that after he is beaten to death, A Qian may become Zhu Zhong's plaything.
"You can't bear fate, and you have no power to tie the chicken. Even if you know the direction of everything, you can't change anything..." Chen Ling said leisurely, "As I just said, this story is destined to be a tragedy."
Li Fu clenched his fists tightly, his chest heaved violently, and he turned his head sharply to look into Chen Ling's eyes.
"You said... it's possible for me to change everything?"
"sure."
The corners of Chen Ling's mouth raised slightly, like a devil that confuses people's hearts, and whispered softly, "It's easy to change the ending, just kill Zhu Chong."
"I can't bear the fate and have no strength, how can I kill him??"
"You need strength, I can lend it to you."
"……you?"
Li Fu frowned and looked into Chen Ling's eyes, unable to guess what he was thinking.
"You don't need that destiny, I have a thousand ways for you to kill him with your own hands in front of everyone... At the same time, I can also personally escort your sister to ensure that she leaves this ancient Tibet safely."
After saying this, the hall fell into a dead silence.
Li Fu sat on the steps, staring blankly at the man in a scarlet opera robe in front of him. In his eyes, this place seemed to be hell... and Chen Ling was the red-clothed devil who tempted him to sell his soul.
Li Fu's eyes changed from suspicion at the beginning, to struggle, to numbness at the end...
He was silent for a long time, and then spoke without a trace of emotion:
"What do I have to give?"
"Your life."
really……
Li Fu seemed to have expected Chen Ling's answer.
"However, I don't need you to die immediately. You can kill Zhu Zhong with your own hands, watch your sister leave this ancient Tibet with your own eyes, and even enjoy your life for a few more months or even years..." Chen Ling smiled and said,
"But one day in the future, when the time comes, I want you to take your own life with your own hands."
Li Fu couldn't understand Chen Ling's request. He frowned in disbelief:
"The time has come? When is it?"
"You'll know then."
"Aren't you afraid that I won't honor it when the time comes? Or are you going to sign some kind of contract with me to sell your soul?"
"I want you to swear on your character, your soul...and your sister's life."
Li Fu's pupils shrank slightly.
Chen Ling definitely wanted to sign a soul-selling contract with him, but after all, he didn't know how to do that, so the safest way was to swear his sister's life with his personality, his soul;
If Li Fu will eventually become the [Emperor], then his personality and soul are the pillars of the emperor's destiny. If he violates both of these, the effectiveness of the [Emperor]'s skills will be greatly reduced.
Moreover, Chen Ling had calculated correctly that even if Li Fu didn't care about himself, he would still care about A Qian. He had already used everything that was most important to Li Fu as a bargaining chip and put it on the balance in his own favor!
Li Fu hesitated.
He knew that the Actor Emperor wanted to kill him from the beginning, but when this murderous intention turned into a strange deal, it made Li Fu even more breathless... What is more terrifying than death is delayed death, and The fear of the unknown.
Chen Ling's eyes seemed to penetrate Li Fu's heart.
He took out the boning knife from his sleeve, and his eyes full of "pity" and "helplessness" were reflected on the knife, as cold as frost and snow,
"Of course you can choose to refuse. After all, if I want, I can actually kill you right now."
"I want to help you this time simply because we are the same kind of people..."
"Even if everything has to end in tragedy, I still hope that the plot in the middle can be exciting and touching... Blind sadness will only turn the story into garbage full of negative energy."
Chen Ling seemed to have almost lost his patience. He slowly stood up from the steps, holding the boning knife in his hand and looking at Li Fu's neck indifferently...
Finally, Li Fu spoke after some struggle:
"You...can really give me the power to change everything?"
The fish bit the hook.
The corners of Chen Ling's mouth raised slightly, but then quickly calmed down.
He casually took off a ring from his fingertips and threw it on the steps of the hall like garbage, making a crisp jingling sound.
"This is a sacrificial device. It has no name, but even ordinary people can use it... Just let it devour flesh and blood, turn it towards the person you want to kill, and say 'rub', and everything will be over."
The ring that Chen Ling dropped was the sacrificial device that he had looted from Yan Xicai when he was in the Bingdao Ancient Collection.
At that time, Yan Xicai used this ring to kill people continuously, and because it did not require any mental power to activate, it was extremely concealed and most suitable for sneak attacks and assassinations...
As Chen Ling's rank increased, his enemies became stronger and stronger, and the effect of "rubbing" became smaller and smaller. In addition, Chen Ling was too lazy to suck flesh and blood for it, so he never used it.
However, it was enough to kill Zhu Zhong, who was arrogant but had no actual combat experience.
The ring rolled in front of Li Fu, hit the tip of his shoe, and then lay on the ground shaking... Li Fu's pupils reflected the ring, as if he was peeping at his final tragic ending.
Chen Ling's voice sounded at the right time:
"Wait for death in self-abandonment, or change everything by yourself...you choose."
Li Fu seemed to have the answer in his heart. After taking a deep breath, he slowly exhaled...After all, he was going to die anyway. Rather than die in this ancient Tibetan, and lose Ah Qian, he might as well gamble everything and leave himself a magnificent past.
He bent down to pick up the ring, and calmly put it on his middle finger, like a warrior who was ready to die, pulling out the last blade from the blood.
"I promise you."
Li Fu stood in the golden sunset, staring into Chen Ling's eyes,
"...When that day comes, I will return my life to you."