I'm not a theatre god

Han Meng had naturally heard of the legend of the Gray World.

The breath of humans does not belong to this world. Once they walk in the Gray World for a long time, they will inevitably attract a lot of disasters, but Han Meng did not expect that these disasters would come so quickly. It has only been a few minutes since he entered the Gray World.

The white bone claws pierced deeply into the earth, grabbing Han Meng and

The black windbreaker was torn into cracks. Han Meng forcibly shattered the claws with a shot and escaped from the bone eagle. The latter's empty eyes showed anger, and the huge bone wings flapped, chasing Han Meng at an astonishing speed!

Even though Han Meng's speed was not slow, the bone eagle was almost twice as fast as him. He was caught up in a breath. A hurricane rolled up from the void and slammed Han Meng into the sky!

Boom--! !

Han Meng's figure fell from a height of 100 meters, smashing dense cracks in the black earth. He suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face was as pale as paper.

At the same time, many shadow centipedes on the side suddenly stopped. They looked around the surrounding wilderness, as if they had lost their target, and began to circle aimlessly in place... Finally, the fifth-level mother body turned around from the black wave, and the hole in its head looked at Han Meng.

"Oh no." Han Meng saw this scene from the corner of his eye and climbed up from the ground shakily.

Although he didn't know what happened, the thing that attracted these shadow centipedes from just now should have disappeared... These shadow centipedes recovered from the state of blindly following and turned their attention back to themselves.

With the mother body hissing, hundreds of shadow centipedes rushed towards Han Meng like a tsunami. The mother body was like a winding small mountain, also rapidly approaching here.

With the bone eagle above and the shadow tide below, all of Han Meng's retreat routes were blocked.

And what he had to face was the siege of two fifth-level disasters.

The ragged black windbreaker fluttered slightly, Han Meng sighed, silently lit a cigarette and held it in the corner of his mouth, his face solemnly gripping the gun handle...

...

On the black ground, a bright scarlet slowly moved forward.

This red seemed to be the only color in this gray world. It was so dazzling and eye-catching, as if it was showing its danger to all the creatures around it. He walked quietly for a few minutes, and no disaster approached him.

Suddenly, the empty eyes trembled slightly, as if something was about to wake up, and he stopped subconsciously.

"Where am I?"

Chen Ling felt that his mind was very confused, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare. His empty pupils regained their spirits, and he looked around blankly.

What happened just now?

Chen Ling's last memory was still about lighting the warehouse. He vaguely remembered that he had a full meal in the sea of ​​fire. The specific process could no longer be remembered. The only thing that impressed him was the pain and suffocation of being burned to death by the flames.

As for the process of fighting with Xi Renjie and others after the warehouse door was opened, and entering the gray world... he had no impression at all.

"I advanced?"

Chen Ling immediately noticed the changes in his body, and his eyes lit up.

Before, he was only half a step away from stepping onto the second step. It seems that the last feast has shortened some of his time, completely breaking through that layer of window paper and stepping onto the second step of the divine way.

At the same time, he can also sense that he has an extra skill.

Chen Ling digested the information about this skill in his mind, and his expression gradually became weird... Compared with [No Appearance], this skill seems to be more weird.

This skill has two functions.

One is similar to a sleight of hand, which can create something that does not exist out of nothingness, or turn something into an item with a similar appearance, just like a magic trick, but this magic trick only changes the appearance and does not have any additional effects.

Even if he turns his clothes into snakes, these snakes will not really bite people, and can only serve as a scare at most.

Judging from this function alone, this skill is a simple illusion, but what really surprised Chen Ling was its other function...

He can use the things on his body to replace any similar-looking object at close range.

For example, he can use a banana to replace the gun in the enemy's hand. In this way, the banana in Chen Ling's hand becomes a gun, and the gun in the enemy's hand becomes a banana...Of course, the banana here does not have to be a real banana, it can be a stone, a charcoal, or something else that has been modified by the illusion.

The simplest application of this function is to extend a "law": when Chen Ling and the enemy point a gun and a banana at each other at the same time, no matter who holds the two weapons, the one who is finally shot must be the enemy.

Of these two functions, the former is purely "virtual", while the latter can hide the "real" in the "virtual", alternating between the virtual and the real, and it is difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake.

"It sounds like some kind of trick to kill people..." Chen Ling thought, "Then let's call it... [Scarlet Trick]." After digesting the new skills, Chen Ling began to look around carefully. This place looked very similar to the legendary Gray Realm, but he didn't know why he was here... But Chu Muyun told him at the time that under the influence of the Twisted Divine Way, he would enter a short state of mental confusion every time he was promoted. Maybe his appearance here was also related to that state of mental confusion? Chen Ling was thinking while walking forward aimlessly. At this moment, a loud bang came from a distance.

Chen Ling turned her head and looked around. Large amounts of dust were rising from the horizon, and a few blurry shadows flickered in it, as if there was a war going on.

"Is it a disaster? Or a human?"

Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly, and after hesitating for a moment, she still walked towards it.

boom--!

The earth trembled, and a giant skeletal eagle soared into the sky from the flying dust. At the same time, a figure covered in blood flew wildly at low altitude, fleeing quickly towards the end of the horizon.

On the ground, a dense black wave surged, and a huge shadow centipede was like a small mountain peak, winding and following closely behind the bloody figure.

Under the double pursuit of the land and the sky, the blood shadow did not let go of any possibility of escape, constantly looking for a breakthrough in the overlap of the bone eagle and the shadow tide, but his speed was still slower than the bone eagle, one after another. After dodging several times, he was slammed into the ground again by a claw!

"Han Meng?!" Chen Ling was shocked when she saw the figure passing by clearly.