I'm not a theatre god

"Um."

He hummed lightly.

After a moment of silence, the unknown figure wearing a red opera robe spoke again:

"Now that you have made up your mind, I will no longer persuade you... However, the scope of this field is only seven regions. Outside the seven regions, what has happened cannot be tampered with. Do you understand?"

"Understood." The voice was still quiet and gentle.

After letting out a long sigh, the figure in the red opera robe slowly walked forward and touched his face lightly with her fingertips...

A face that seemed to have no thickness attached to his face lightly. The moment the skin fit together, his body visibly lifted up, as if he had completely transformed into another person.

After the figure hesitated for a moment, he took off his red opera robe and gently put it on his body.

"If one day you start to feel confused about yourself, come find me as a teacher..."

"We are waiting for you at Xidao Guzang."

He nodded: "Okay."

The figure turned around and was about to leave. As if he thought of something, he suddenly stopped again... He slowly turned around and sounded in a low and cold voice:

"However, if the last one comes is "mockery"... I will kill you with my own hands. "

…

The next moment, the surrounding scene suddenly distorted, as if it was torn apart by something, and the memory picture instantly collapsed without a trace!

Unprecedented pain surged into his heart, and the man in red suddenly opened his eyes as if waking up from a big dream!

In the void before his eyes, countless black hands swallowed up all the other memory fragments, and wisps of white smoke were kneaded and broken in their hands, completely wiped out without a trace... Thousands of souls just disappeared under their gaze. .

After doing all this, those palms disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

At this moment, the man in red was still standing on the familiar stage. He slowly lowered his head and looked at his hands with a complicated expression.

"I... am Chen Yan?"

He kept thinking about the conversation just now in his mind. Although he didn't see any pictures and didn't have much other information, there were only a few characters present at the scene. After thinking about it, he seemed to have no choice but to assume the role of "Chen Ling" The character’s “Chen Yan”?

But who is that person in the red opera robe? Why is he there? Still claiming to be his own master?

Also, what is the "mockery" in his mouth?

Is it the audience?

One mystery after another lingered in his mind. He stayed on the stage like a sculpture for a long time. At this moment, a soft sound came from the side.

snap——

That was the sound of the book falling to the ground.

He came back to his senses and turned to look in the direction of the sound. It was the bookshelf where he kept his plays... For some reason, a play slipped off the bookshelf.

He subconsciously stepped forward and picked up the play. On the cover of the play, several huge characters stood out:

【First play】

[The initial chapter - "Wuxin\