I'm not a theatre god

Seeing that facial makeup, Chu Muyun seemed to have remembered something, and his pupils shrank slightly...

Before he could come to his senses, the figure disappeared instantly.

After the scarlet light collided with the thunder spear, the aftermath swept the sky into a vacuum area. Black-eyed Jian Changsheng groaned, and took half a step back slightly. The spear rolled backwards and flew towards his face. He held it in his backhand.

Only then did he realize that only half of the barrel of the original dark red spear was left, and the upper half where the tip of the spear was originally had turned into a juicy sugar cane, and there was even a red rope tied to the top of the sugar cane. …

The sugar cane and the spear merged together strangely, without any sense of abruptness or separation, as if it was meant to look like this.

The black-eyed Jian Changsheng looked at the giant eye in the sky with an increasingly cold gaze. Just as he was about to make a move, the blood vessels under his skin were gradually soaked in black and twisted violently, and the murderous aura emanating from his body was also erratic.

"Have you reached your limit..." Jian Changsheng, with black eyes, looked at this body and frowned more and more.

It seemed as if he felt the realm of the black-eyed Jian Changsheng begin to shake, and the surging red clouds became more and more crazy, like a vortex gathering around him, and the wandering thunder light began to be unable to completely tear apart the slips of paper that had taken advantage of it.

The black-eyed Jian Changsheng threw the discarded spear aside and was about to make a move when a light whisper came from behind him:

"This senior of the Bingshen Dao, please stop."

The moment the words rang out, the surging red paper stagnated slightly and stayed in mid-air for a short time. It seemed that it had forgotten what it wanted to do, and it was hovering around blankly...

Seeing this scene, surprise appeared on the face of black-eyed Jian Changsheng. He looked back and saw a figure wearing the guard uniform of the Stars Chamber of Commerce walking slowly towards him.

He was an ordinary-looking man, neither tall nor short. He was a passerby who would be hard to recognize after seeing him once and being thrown into the crowd. The only thing that made him recognizable at the moment was his distinctive face. Mysterious facial makeup.

Black-eyed Jian Changsheng narrowed his eyes slightly, "Who are you? I didn't seem to sense you just now."

"In every story, there are always some inconspicuous characters, speaking insignificant lines, acting as the masses that no one cares about, and I am them...or, they are all me." Mo Jiao smiled slightly.

Jian Changsheng, with black eyes, looked at him coldly and said nothing.

"Senior, since this body can hardly hold it anymore, you should stop." Mojiao spoke again, "As for the disaster, I will take care of it."

Mojiao's tone was respectful but not humble, like a gust of wind blowing slowly, giving people an inexplicable sense of conviction.

Black-eyed Jian Changsheng lowered his head and glanced at his palm, which had almost turned into black, and then at the pupils that were still hanging above the red clouds. After a moment of silence, he still closed his crumbling territory.

"You'd better really be able to handle it." Black-eyed Jian Changsheng said calmly.

After the words fell, the murderous aura around him rolled back to his body crazily, and the blackness in his eyes receded like a tide. Jian Changsheng's whole body began to turn black as if he was poisoned. After his body shook slightly, he turned his head towards the earth below. Fall away!

This place was about several hundred meters above the ground, and Mojiao watched with his own eyes as Jian Changsheng fell headfirst, and then fell into a pulp with a thud.

A figure wearing a woolen coat walked out from the side and stood beside the puddle of meat. It was Chu Muyun.

He looked up to the sky and said respectfully:

"Please feel free to do whatever you want, I'll take care of the aftermath here."

Mojiao nodded slightly, withdrew his gaze from Jian Changsheng, and looked again at Zhiri's eyes floating not far away.

He stepped forward, walked straight forward through the turbulent sea of ​​red paper... and as he got closer, the snake-like red papers seemed to have not noticed him at all, flying aimlessly. , even their movement trajectories will automatically bypass the forward direction of the end corner.

He is like a ghost traveling between life and death, even disasters and dangers turn a blind eye to him.

But behind the scenes, Chen Ling saw the other party clearly.

"Looking at the makeup on the face... it should be Mo Jiao's face." Chen Ling looked at the facial makeup, and a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes, "Could he be the owner of Xi Shen Dao?"

In traditional opera performances, all roles can be divided into five professions, namely [Sheng], [Dan], [Jing], [Mo] and [Chou], each of which has more subdivided categories... And The face in front of me uses white as the background color and appropriate blue lines to outline it. The color is monotonous and not glamorous, and the lines are simple, which is the characteristic of the facial makeup at the end of it.

Because most of the roles played by Mojiao are minor roles with a single image and can sometimes be replaced by other professions, Mojiao has disappeared in many places. Even in the memory of her previous life, Chen Ling rarely saw this profession.

Chen Ling looked at Mo Jiao, who was moving freely in the red sea, and was a little curious. This was the first time he encountered a Xishen Dao owner other than himself, and even the sixth-level red paper monster couldn't notice him. The presence.

"Junior brother, are you in there?" Mojiao stood in front of his eyes and spoke softly.

Chen Ling was stunned.

These few words made his brain work rapidly... In his mind, the figure in red who called himself master reappeared in his mind just now.

This Mojiao is also that person's apprentice? In terms of seniority, even his senior brother? ?

Chen Ling tried to respond, but as expected, his voice could not be heard beyond the curtain. Mojiao stood in front of his eyes and waited for a long time, but did not receive an answer. His brows furrowed slightly. …

Chen Ling could only desperately push his arm deep into the barrier of the curtain. With his efforts during this period, the gap was barely enough to pass one of his arms, and his fingertips would soon pierce through the layer of stage and screen. Window paper for the real world.

Through the curtain, Chen Ling saw that Mo Yuan's expression was a little gloomy. He carefully looked at the huge pupils, as if thinking about how to get Chen Ling out, and his brows were tightly knitted into the character "Chuan". .

At this moment, an extremely tiny gap opened silently on the surface of the eye pupil. It was only about the size of half a fingernail. Compared with the size of the entire eye pupil, it was as undetectable as a grain of sand. And this was already This is the limit of what Chen Ling can do.

And the moment the gap was opened, the eyes at the end of the corner locked on that position instantly, and the gloom on his face was swept away.

He chuckled and spoke gently:

"I found you...little junior brother."