I'm not a theatre god

"What??"

"Twilight Society?? Six of Hearts?!"

"Him? That is the 6 of Hearts, the most wanted criminal? He is actually in our world of mortals?!"

Hearing what Mr. He said, the other two people were immediately shocked.

"The red opera robe, face-changing, resurrection from the dead, and weird and unpredictable behavior are all overlapping. He must be right." Mr. He glanced at the two of them, "Now, do you still dare to despise him?"

The other two people immediately shook their heads.

The third-level drama of Shinto and the 6 of Hearts of the Twilight Society are completely different concepts. No one dares to look down upon a terrifying existence that once almost destroyed an entire realm on his own.

He Lao was leaning on a cane and looking at the slowly moving black clouds in the distance. The strong wind mixed with raindrops blew the hair of the three people flying.

He knocked the crutch in his hand and spoke slowly:

"Let's go"

"Today, kill the 6 of hearts."

Hua Hua Hua Hua

Heavy rain fell on Willow Town, and under the hurricane, the willow branches on both sides of the bank were flying in disorder;

Dense ripples rippled across the water, creating a red shadow as he slowly walked along the shore. He held a plain oil-paper umbrella in his hand, which made a clicking sound under the impact of raindrops.

"It should be right in front" Chen Ling muttered to herself as she looked at the foggy wilderness in front of her.

With Lin Xi's lessons learned, Chen Ling specially found an umbrella without any pattern this time, and was always on guard against his surroundings. After all, he didn't know when the enemy would arrive in Liu Town and where they would come out to kill him. one strike.

Perhaps due to the wind and rain, there was no one else on the road at this moment. Chen Ling walked alone on the bluestone, as quiet as if he was the only one left in the world.

He was heading east, gradually away from the town, and there were fewer and fewer houses around him. At the same time, he could clearly feel the rising heat on the palm of his hand in his pocket.

Chen Ling took out her hand and found that the invitation was emitting heat, especially the four characters "Actor Wuming" signed on it, which were emitting a shimmering light.

"It seems that this thing is the key to entering the performance venue. Is it some kind of forbidden object, or is it the reason for the font on it?" Chen Ling thought thoughtfully.

Chen Ling held the invitation letter in hand and continued walking in the wasteland.

Finally, as he took a step forward, ripples appeared in the air, as if there was some kind of invisible curtain that was partially lifted with his arrival.

Chen Ling suddenly stopped.

Heavy rain fell along the eaves of the oil-paper umbrella. Chen Ling looked through the water vapor at the invisible curtain that was slightly fluttering in front of her. The dense raindrops fell on it, but it passed through it as if it were nothing.

"This is"

Chen Ling tentatively stretched out his hand and reached forward. As his fingertips brushed against it, a corner of the invisible curtain was pulled up.

At the same time, the invitation letter in Chen Ling's hand was also extremely hot, as if someone was calling him from behind the curtain.

"Can you enter behind the curtain only if you have an invitation?"

Chen Ling held an umbrella and stood behind the fluttering curtain of space. As if he had made up his mind, he took a deep breath and strode into it. The invisible curtain brushed against Chen Ling's shoulders, and his figure disappeared out of thin air. It's like you have arrived in another world.

The man in red clothes disappeared into the rain. Ten minutes later, a man in green clothes also came from a distance.

Li Qingshan held an umbrella, his body was already wet from the wind and rain. He used his sleeves to protect the invitation, and looked around with difficulty with eyes blurred by the rain.

As he moved forward, the invitation in his hand began to glow, and eventually he was guided to the invisible curtain.

"This" Li Qingshan saw the dreamlike fluttering curtain in front of him, and his eyes were filled with astonishment.

"Is this invitation really real?"

This was the first time that Li Qingshan was so close to a mysterious phenomenon. He fiddled with the curtains curiously and worriedly for a while. After looking around for no one, he still walked in.

As Li Qingshan entered, the invisible curtain gradually disappeared into the rain, as if it had never appeared.

One foot stepped into the puddle, bringing up drops of water and dispersing into the air.

Li Qingshan held an umbrella and looked around blankly. After passing through the invisible curtain, he was still in the wilderness of Liu Town. Even when he looked back, the path he came from was very clear, as if the curtain just now was just an illusion.

But Li Qingshan knew clearly that it was not an illusion, because the rain all over his body passed by like nothing, as if he didn't exist at all.

It's not so much that he doesn't exist, it's more that the raindrops and he are no longer in the same world.

Li Qingshan could see the raindrops passing through the umbrella and passing through his body, but it could not leave a trace of moisture on his body. It was like some kind of holographic projection, which appeared but did not exist. Under the heavy rain, , the ground in front of me is still dry.

When Li Qingshan saw such a magical scene, his doubts became more intense. He put away his umbrella and walked forward cautiously.

In the wilderness before him, stood a crude wooden stage.

From the outside, this was almost the shabbiest stage Li Qingshan had ever seen. Several wooden stakes were pierced into the ground as the foundation. The wood on the stage was worn and faded. On the pillars supported by a few long sticks, bright red The curtains danced gently in the wind, and through the gaps between the curtains, you could even see the air-leaked open-air backstage behind.

Li Qingshan's expression was a little subtle. He lowered his head to confirm the content of the invitation.

"Xidao Guzang sincerely invites you to witness the 380th year of the New Calendar's world performance."

When he saw this sentence for the first time, Li Qingshan subconsciously felt that this should be a very gorgeous and solemn performance, at least a hundred times better than the Huadu Opera Troupe. After all, it was the legendary "Old Collection of Opera Dao". When he saw the crude stage, his illusions were shattered.

This is the most shabby stage Li Qingshan has ever seen.

Li Qingshan continued to look around. In front of the simple stage, there were two rows of equally simple wooden chairs, which should be where the audience was seated. There were only about a dozen seats in total.

Simple stage, empty seats,

In the unreachable wind and rain,

The only red figure sat quietly and alone in the front row.

Seeing that figure, a hint of astonishment appeared in Li Qingshan's eyes, and he tentatively spoke:

"Brother Lin?"