I'm not a theatre god

The moment these words fell, Han Meng pulled the trigger.

Click——

The machines collided, but no bullets were fired.

But at the same time, the ground in front of Han Meng instantly disintegrated, and the soil and gravel disappeared into nothingness. It was as if there was an invisible bullet that completely shattered matter from the molecular level!

And this "deconstructed" bullet flashed in front of the red paper monster within a thousandth of a second!

Under this invisible force of deconstruction, the red paper tentacles floating in the air were forced to open a gap, and then, a circular wound with a radius of one meter completely penetrated the monster's body!

Through the huge circular wound, Han Meng could even see the streets of District Three in the distance. This shot directly wiped out two-thirds of its body.

Just when Han Meng was about to put away his gun, something happened suddenly!

I saw that the red paper monster with a big mouth in the center did not die, but continued to extend red paper as if nothing happened.

It spread crazily around, and in just two seconds, not only had the hole in the center been repaired, but its size had more than tripled!

Today, it looks like a giant red sun made of paper, with countless pieces of paper twisting around it, hanging over the wilderness.

[Audience Expectation Value -1]

[Current expected value: 14%]

Han Meng's pupils shrank slightly!

He immediately raised the muzzle of the gun and pointed it upward, and pulled the trigger three times in succession. The power of deconstruction broke the red sun into three large holes.

The drizzle fell from the three entrances of the cave, hitting Han Meng's solemn face, which was freezing to the bone.

Swish——

The densely packed pieces of paper swarmed down, like red rain pouring down from the sky, turning the entire wilderness into a hornet's nest in an instant. Han Meng fired wildly, but he could only manage to open a gap in the red rain and save his life.

"Oops..." Han Meng's back was already soaked with sweat.

He could feel that he was no match for this disaster!

For some reason, the opponent's aura seemed to have increased sharply. He jumped from the initial level 5 to the top of level 5, and was only a hair away from reaching the terrifying level of level 6!

At this moment, a hand in a theatrical robe poked out from the paper monster and pressed lightly and accurately on Han Meng's head!

"whee."

A chuckle echoed in Han Meng's ears. The next moment, he was knocked down by a palm, and his head hit the ground hard!

boom--! !

The ground was cracking, and Han Meng at the center of the stress point spurted out a mouthful of blood, motionless like mud.

The flames of war have been extinguished, the red paper in the sky has returned to the monster's body, and the drizzle has spread over the devastated land.

The red paper monster was about to leave, but the arm of the opera robe that protruded from it suddenly grabbed the red paper body and tore it hard, as if something was about to come out of it...

…

five minutes ago.

"The audience starts to get involved in the show?"

When Chen Ling saw the last line of words, his heart went cold. He suddenly raised his head and looked towards the front of the stage.

Countless scarlet pupils were still staring at him in the darkness, but in the corner of the auditorium, a group of wooden chairs were empty...

Part of the audience disappeared.

Boom--boom--boom! !

The dark figures in the audience kept trampling the theater floor with their feet, making a neat and dull sound.

This sound was like thunder in a small space one after another. Their scarlet pupils were locked on Chen Ling, their eyes full of anger and questioning!

Boom--boom--boom! ! !

Under their neat stomping, Chen Ling felt that the stage was shaking, and the spotlight above her head was shaking slightly, as if she could not hold on for much longer.

Chen Ling basically understood.

Because in reality, he was hacked to death with an axe, causing the "performance" on the stage to come to an abrupt end.

The performance was interrupted and the audience was extremely angry, but they could not communicate directly with Chen Ling. They could only use this form to express their dissatisfaction and threats!

"So...actually I'm not dead?" Chen Ling looked at her hands in confusion,

"But if my consciousness is here...then who is controlling my body now?"

Chen Ling seemed to have thought of something. When he looked back, he saw a large black curtain covering the back half of the stage. He forcefully opened a corner of it, and a series of pictures poured into his mind!

He saw himself turning a table knife into a piece of paper, scaring Li Xiuchun and Chen Tan unconscious, and fighting with two law enforcers...

This feeling is very strange, as if he is sitting in front of a big screen, watching his actions through a third perspective... Of course, the "protagonist" at this time is no longer him, but the "audience" who has usurped his body. !

The audience is participating in the performance.

[Audience Expectation Value -1]

Chen Ling saw the characters on the screen jumping with her peripheral vision, and the next moment, another group of figures disappeared without a trace in the audience.

"The lower the expectations, the more viewers will participate in the performance..." Chen Ling said as he raised his hands, he saw that his body was gradually becoming transparent.

"At the same time...my existence will be gradually erased?"

Also, if the audience completely becomes the "protagonist", then what else does he need to do?

Chen Ling's heart suddenly hit rock bottom, and he knew what he had to do.

Chen Ling stood in front of the curtain, took a deep breath, tentatively stretched out her palm towards the flashing "picture" behind it...

Or, take back your body and become the "protagonist" again;

Or, die.

Chen Ling's fingertips passed through the curtain, as if they were touching a barrier and were forced to slow down.

This barrier is not extremely hard, but more like some kind of "membrane", which is soft and extremely tough. Chen Ling tried several times and finally managed to pass through it with a finger.

"There's a chance!" Chen Ling's eyes lit up slightly.

He used all his strength to pass his palm through the barrier, then his forearm, elbow joint...

At this moment, the characters on the screen jumped again:

[Audience Expectation Value -1]

As the expectation dropped to 14%, and another group of viewers disappeared, Chen Ling felt that the barrier became harder and harder. When he saw his body that was slightly more transparent, an idea flashed through his mind.

It wasn't that the barrier became stronger... but that his body became weaker.

Chen Ling gritted his teeth, but he could only push his arm through the curtain a little bit. The speed was several times slower than before. He was extremely anxious in his heart.

With the current resistance, he estimated that if the expectation dropped to about 10%, he would never be able to pass through this curtain again.

Finally, with his unremitting efforts, one arm completely passed through the curtain.

He saw Han Meng struggling to hold on under the red rain in the picture. After hesitating for a moment, he slapped his forehead and knocked him unconscious to the ground with the help of the power of the red paper monster.

That way, no one would witness him walking through the curtain and returning to reality.

He used his arm to hold the curtain upside down from the real world, and then pulled hard, tearing a narrow gap.

The second hand stretched out from the gap and opened it forcefully until it could accommodate his body. Chen Ling took a deep breath and pushed her body in!