I'm not a theatre god

Everyone was stunned.

They looked at the figure frantically eating soul-crushing beads on the roof, and their brains shut down at the same time...

Why isn't he dead yet? !

Is he crazy? ? ?

These two thoughts appeared in their minds, and they couldn't tell which was the important point for a moment. They didn't understand. His body was clearly broken into pieces, so how could he still move? ?

What's more, the soul-shattering evidence search can only be carried out by consuming one struggling soul. Even Jian Changsheng only consumed four souls in a row, but the man in red in front of him actually chewed up the entire soul-shattering bead? !

There are thousands of struggling souls inside, enough to destroy the same soul thousands of times!

Swallow them all in one go? What's the difference between that and committing suicide thousands of times in one second?

The chewing sound of the man in red made people's heads tingle, and the faces of souls released from the gray crystal struggled wildly, but they could not escape from the bloody mouth full of glass shards, and a ball of white smoke that almost condensed to the essence. The madness spread and was drawn into his mind like a whirlpool!

The wails of countless souls were mixed in the cold wind, whimpering in the sky above the Stars Chamber of Commerce... Even Paper Puppet Master and Pu Shu, two strong men who have achieved attainments in their respective divine ways, felt shuddering at this moment. Feel.

Yan Xishou, the old housekeeper and others on the side turned pale, looking at the figure in red on the roof as if they were looking at a demon!

As all those souls were swallowed up, the harsh chewing sounds gradually stopped, a faint white smoke enveloped the sky above the roof, and the world once again fell into deathly silence.

The paper puppeteer narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the blurry figure in red through the white smoke...

He just stood there quietly, motionless.

he died.

Even though his broken body is still standing, even though there is still crystal slag in his scarlet mouth, even though the bright red opera robe is still fluttering in the wind...

But he was indeed dead, and he died completely.

Seeing this scene, the paper puppet master secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart... This man in red was full of weirdness. For a moment just now, he even thought that the other party was unkillable, but fortunately, no one could bear it. To be able to survive after that level of injury.

If he really doesn't die, what's the difference between him and a monster?

The paper puppeteer clapped his hands calmly, turned and walked towards the crowd: "Let's go...it's over."

The black-clothed Pu Shu took a deep look at the man in red who was still standing in the white smoke. He felt a little frightened, but he still followed the paper puppeteer and walked towards the crowd not far away.

[Audience expectation +1]

[Audience expectation +1]

[Current expected value: 66%]

[It was detected that the actor connection was lost and the performance was interrupted]

[Audience Expectation Value-50]

[Current expected value: 16%]

【warn! warn! 】

[The audience begins to participate in the performance! 】

The paper puppeteer looked at the old housekeeper and others in front of him who were getting increasingly frightened, with confusion in his eyes:

"Everyone is dead, what are you still looking at here?"

No one answered his question. Their eyes seemed to be nailed to something, staring straight in a certain direction. Their faces were visibly pale, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying.

A cold wind with a strong smell of blood brushed against the cheeks of the paper puppet master and Pu Shu.

They stopped suddenly.

The paper puppeteer vaguely sensed something was wrong, turned his head and looked behind him, and his pupils suddenly shrank!

On the roof where the white smoke was billowing, I saw that the already fragmented bloody figure suddenly twisted strangely. Under the cover of the smoke, everyone could not see clearly. They could only see that he was inflating little by little like a balloon, and countless images appeared like that. It's something like a tentacle extending from the body...

"What the hell is that?!" Black-clothed Pushu's pupils shrank slightly when he saw this scene.

The next moment, the red shadow on the roof disappeared out of thin air.

Before everyone could recover, a huge shadow instantly enveloped them. Pu Shu and the paper puppeteer looked up at the same time, only to see a sun made of red paper, floating strangely and silently above them. , countless red strips of paper like snakes extend from it;

Looking from a distance, it looks like a child using a crayon to draw crookedly red sun and light.

A terrifying coercion fell on the shoulders of the paper puppet master and Pu Shu. Their expressions suddenly changed. The paper puppet master seemed to have noticed something and immediately shouted:

"careful!!"

Ode——! !

Before the paper puppeteer finished speaking, the dense red paper tentacles fell like raindrops, instantly piercing through the more than ten guards around them. They were like stumblers who were thrown into the forest of thorns, their bodies were completely nailed to the ground, scarlet red Blood stained the ground along the note.

Pu Shu reacted very quickly, splitting his whole body into countless strokes and disappearing on the spot, thus avoiding the fate of being stabbed into a hedgehog. On the other hand, the paper puppeteer on the side turned around and rushed back!

The two paper figures flew up on the spot, folded themselves in mid-air at an astonishing speed, and turned into giant paper umbrellas with a diameter of two to three meters, which were held above Yan Xishou and the old housekeeper. Scarlet paper strips were pierced on the surface of the paper umbrellas. It was pulled slightly out of position by the elasticity and deflected in all directions.

The old housekeeper under the paper umbrella was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. Yan Xishou's legs went weak and he almost fell to his knees.

"Run! This guy is also level five! I may not be able to protect you!"

The paper puppeteer came under the paper umbrella, folded the note paper in his hand quickly, and turned into a slender paper knife in his hand, cutting off several scarlet tentacles one after another.

His eyes were fixed on the red paper sun hanging in the air, his face full of shock and fear... He didn't know where the disaster came from, but from its body, the paper puppet master felt something... An unprecedented sense of fear.

Without the slightest hesitation, the old housekeeper supported Yan Xishou beside him and left under the escort of a large paper umbrella. The densely packed paper tentacles hit the umbrella like raindrops, making a sharp tearing sound.

This paper umbrella seems to be unable to hold on any longer.

The paper puppeteer took a deep breath and thrust the paper knife in his hand into the ground. The realm quickly opened under his feet, and brightly colored paper figures climbed out of the ground...

Surrounded by these paper figures, the paper puppeteer finally found a sense of security. He gritted his teeth and looked up, muttering to himself:

"You and I are both at the fifth level, do you really think I'm afraid of you??"

As soon as the words fell, dozens of paper figures opened their arms and soared from the devastated earth like a flock of birds, swarming towards the scarlet paper sun!