I'm not a theatre god

In the ice and snow, Zhao Yi slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing that caught his eye was a trash can full of dirt. Thick white frost covered the surface of the trash can, as if even the stench that towered into the sky was frozen. He tried to turn his head with difficulty, and Ding Ling saw a pile of garbage. He rolled down from under him.

"Where is...where?"

The picture in front of Zhao Yi gradually became clearer, and a sharp pain appeared in his mind. He tried to recall what had just happened... He only remembered that he was pushed into the laboratory, and then lost consciousness in the intense pain.

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to have had a long dream. In the dream, he stood on a mirror-like calm sea and looked down. On the deep seabed were countless strange creatures with spells growing on them, some of which looked like They are octopuses, some look like seaweed, some look like colubrid snakes...

When he looked up, there seemed to be looming auroras flowing above the sea.

He seemed to only stand there for a moment, but this moment seemed like ten thousand years. After that, he vaguely heard someone whispering in his ear. The voice was so close that it seemed as if he was directly under him.

He was awakened by the sound for a while. In a daze, he seemed to be running hard, as if he was trying to escape somewhere.

Wake up again, and you'll be here.

"I... came out of the laboratory?" Zhao Yi raised his sleepy head and looked around the deserted alley.

After Zhao Yi signed the body donation form, he was already determined to die. Unexpectedly, not only did he not die, but he also escaped from the laboratory by chance... He had no idea what was happening in the process. Nothing, but maybe this is his miracle.

Zhao Yi moved his body with difficulty and slowly stood up from the garbage pile back to the ground. His peripheral vision fell on his hands supporting the ground, and he was suddenly stunned.

At this moment, he seemed to remember something, and desperately began to search for something in the alleyway.

Finally, he found a puddle frozen into ice. Zhao Yi stumbled to the puddle and saw the reflection of a monster that looked like a human but not human through the mirror-smooth ice surface...

It was a creature that was difficult to describe in words. Although it had the outline of a human torso, its skin was almost completely covered with black spells. These spells were swimming on the surface of his skin like living creatures, and even his eyeballs were filled with tears from time to time. There will also be curses crawling across, and the picture is extremely weird.

Zhao Yi was shocked by his appearance. He knelt down by the puddle, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"How could this happen...what did they do to me?"

Zhao Yi sat there blankly for a long time, not knowing what to do... He didn't know whether this was temporary or whether it would always be like this. How should he survive with such an attitude?

No... He has already become like this, can he still live? This looks like a mutated monster. It won't be dead tomorrow morning, right?

"Find something to block it first..."

Zhao Yi glanced around, then ran back to the trash can and quickly rummaged through it.

After dragging out a pile of strange garbage, Zhao Yi finally found a piece of mottled cloth, like an abandoned blanket or curtain. He wrapped his head with this thing, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed, and put his hands into his pockets. The scary look just now is gone.

But even so, if he looked closely, he could still see spells crawling through his eyes, which forced him to squint his eyes when walking.

After finally escaping from death, Zhao Yi was not willing to die beside the trash can... At this moment, there was an urgent impulse in his heart.

He wants to go home.

Perhaps because of his experience in purgatory, Zhao Yi's desire to go home became stronger and stronger. At this moment, in his subconscious, only there was warmth and safety... even if he just took a look at it from a distance.

Zhao Yi wrapped up his body and walked slowly towards the low building where everyone in District 3 lived. He was still unable to fully adapt to this body, so he didn't walk very fast. He could only stumble forward like a patient undergoing rehabilitation training.

But as time passed, Zhao Yi began to gradually master the power and speed of this body. His movements became faster and faster. When he came to his senses, his body was like a gust of wind, roaring across the earth!

"I am..."

Zhao Yi felt an unprecedented sense of power in his body, and his eyes gradually lit up!

Although the appearance is a bit ugly, this body seems to give him extraordinary strength. This is definitely an unexpected surprise for him!

When he was escaping from District 3, Zhao Yi was envious of Chen Ling's power. He thought more than once that if he had power, his father would not die at all, and he might be able to change everything on his own!

Now, his dream seems to have come true! ?

Although this power came a little late, he can still rely on this power to protect Ling'er and everyone in the third district... Thinking of this, Zhao Yi felt extremely happy, and even his dislike of his own appearance disappeared. A lot.

As long as you have power, as long as you can protect the people you want to protect, what does it matter if you are ugly?

Zhao Yi's speed became faster and faster, dragging out afterimages on the frosty road. Not long after, he was back in front of the small building.

He rushed up the stairs quickly and shouted:

"Ling'er!"

"Uncle Xu!!"

Zhao Yi came to his door and opened the door lock with the spare key in the corner. When he was about to open the door, he found that the entire door had been frozen together by frost.

Zhao Yi was stunned for a moment, and with a little force on his palm, he pulled the door open from the ice, and a few strands of broken ice scattered on the ground.

"... What's going on? Is it so cold?"

Seeing the frost on the door, Zhao Yi realized that the temperature around him should be extremely low, but with his current body, he did not feel cold, and even felt that the temperature was very refreshing.

No... Why didn't the heater turn on in such a cold day?

"... Ling'er?"

Zhao Yi called out tentatively, but there was no one in the empty house, and no one responded.

He frowned unconsciously, but after thinking about it carefully, Ling'er might have been called by Xu Chongguo to live next door. After all, he was not at home, and it was too dangerous for a little girl like her to live in a house.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yi immediately came to Xu Chongguo's door.

This time, Zhao Yi did not open the door rashly, but knocked politely first.

"Uncle Xu? Are you home?"

"..."

No one responded behind the door.

For some reason, an inexplicable chill surged into Zhao Yi's heart. He always felt that something was wrong...

"Uncle Xu, I'm coming in."

Zhao Yi held the door handle and pulled it hard. Under the terrifying force, the frozen door was forcibly opened by him!

The cold air like an ice cave drifted out from the house. The narrow living room was actually crowded with more than 20 figures. Thick blankets and quilts were scattered around them. They were crookedly gathered around a brazier that had long been extinguished, motionless...

The light outside the window sprinkled on their bodies, as if coated with a layer of light white frost.