I'm not a theatre god

Chen Ling clearly remembered that the last time the audience participated in the performance, her hands could barely pass through the curtain.

Although the process was extremely difficult at the time, at least he could still move his hand inside the curtain. This time his hand touched the curtain, but it seemed to have hit an extremely hard wall. Even with all his strength, he could only move his hand. Can fit less than half a finger...

The last time he tried to take back his body, the audience's expectation only dropped to 14%, but this time, it broke through the bottom line and reached 13%.

Although it is only a 1% change, the difficulty of crossing the curtain has increased significantly.

Chen Ling looked at the bloody manor behind the scenes, feeling a little anxious... He saw hundreds of figures being eaten, and even the paper puppet master was turned into pieces by the bite of the two buildings. If this continues If you go down, the movement here will attract high-level law enforcement officers sooner or later.

"Isn't there anyone in the Stars Chamber of Commerce who can stand up to it?" Chen Ling couldn't help complaining, "It would be good if someone could restrain it a little bit!!"

As he spoke, he began to use his hands to grab the crack crazily, trying to use the force of tearing to expand it little by little until an arm could pass through it. Even though this process was as difficult as climbing to the sky, he could only hold on. On the scalp, if he could not pass through this curtain, he would be completely dead.

Now he can only pray that someone can compete with the red paper monster and let the audience's expectations drop slowly. If the expectations drop to 12% in the end, it will be impossible for him to get his body back.

The crack in the curtain gradually widened with Chen Ling's efforts, but it was still too far to pass through an arm. Under the red opera robe, Chen Ling was already sweating profusely.

…

Star Chamber of Commerce.

dungeon.

boom--! !

Continuous explosions came from overhead, a large amount of dirt began to fall, and the space buried under the ground seemed to be crumbling.

At this time, the guards originally stationed in the dungeon had all gone to the surface, running away to death. In the empty underground, Jian Changsheng was left alone in the cell, pacing back and forth anxiously.

"Damn, what happened up there?"

"Can no one take care of me?!"

There was a window on the ceiling in the center of the cell for ventilation. Jian Changsheng could hear the wailing and roaring outside. He knew that something big must have happened outside, but he could only be detained here alone, like It's like being forgotten by the whole world.

"No one cares, right?"

A cruel look flashed in Jian Changsheng's eyes. He bit the tip of his tongue and spurted a mouthful of blood out of the cell!

With blood splattering, his figure disappeared instantly, and the next second he appeared outside the cell door.

Since all the guards had left, no one cared about Jian Changsheng's escape. He returned to the surface all the way and saw the completely chaotic and crazy manor in front of him, and he stayed where he was.

Whizzing--

Jian Changsheng suddenly turned sideways to avoid two bricks flying in the sky, and then came to his senses.

He wiped his fingertips on the torn tongue, stained it with a drop of blood, and swung it far away, moving more than a hundred meters away in the blink of an eye. The next moment, his position was whipped by more than ten willow sticks, and gravel flew.

"What is going on? A circus?" Jian Changsheng asked in shock as he ran away wildly in this ridiculous manor.

If he hadn't been able to feel the pain from the tip of his tongue, Jian Changsheng would have even suspected that he was dreaming. Otherwise, what would all this mess be? Crawling buildings, swaying trees, flying bricks... He even saw the utility room where he lived turned into a giant crab and ran rampant in the manor.

Everything in front of him was so unreal, and when Jian Changsheng raised his head subconsciously, he saw the source of all that unreality...

Above the surging red clouds, an empty eye looked like the sun, overlooking the earth.

When Jian Changsheng raised his head and looked at it, it seemed to sense something. The pupil turned slightly and locked on the fleeing Jian Changsheng... At this moment, the eyes of the two met.

Jian Changsheng's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

He just raised his head and glanced, but he didn't expect those eyes to look at it... A creepy feeling surged into Jian Changsheng's heart!

The next moment, the red cloud holding up the pupils surged violently, and dense red strips of paper fell from the sky like tentacles, rushing towards Jian Changsheng's position!

At the same time, the architectural behemoths wandering around the manor seemed to have received some kind of order, and they simultaneously changed their directions and surrounded Jian Changsheng...

With just one glance, Jian Changsheng became the target of the entire chaotic manor!

Jian Changsheng felt a chill rush from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. His eyes widened in disbelief and his face turned extremely pale;

"Why are you all coming for me???"

Jian Changsheng wanted to die. He directly picked up a dagger on the ground, swung it hard in the palm of his hand, used the [Drip Blood Tuo] and started to escape desperately in the manor...

He didn't understand. He just looked at that pupil. He didn't violate any laws of heaven, so why did he suddenly become the target of public criticism?

When he was running away just now, he saw a man wearing a woolen coat and silver-rimmed glasses who was running away like him. There were people alive in other places. Why did that thing come to fuck him at the slightest disagreement? ?

As a large number of inhuman creatures changed their targets, Chu Muyun, who had been wandering around the manor, could finally stop and take a short rest. He looked at Jian Changsheng, who kept running away, with surprise in his eyes.

Who is that person?

Facing the red paper monster that had reached the sixth level, Chu Muyun thought that he was no match, so even if he wanted to help Chen Ling, he couldn't do it. He could only survive in the manor... All he could do was to send out messages. I hope the high-level Twilight Club members lurking in Aurora City can receive the distress signal and come to support.

But the strange thing is...his distress signal failed to be sent.

It was as if something in this manor had completely blocked communication with the outside world. Chu Muyun initially suspected that it was the red paper monster, but after careful identification, he found that it was not...

What’s even weirder is that Aurora City should have been aware of the big noise made by the red paper monster a long time ago. A large number of high-level law enforcement officers should have arrived here by now, but they haven’t seen it until now. Any shadow of a law enforcement officer.

"Could it be..."

Chu Muyun pushed up his silver-rimmed glasses and glanced around, wondering what he was thinking.