I'm not a theatre god

"Huh……"

Chen Ling looked at the stage, her eyes narrowed unconsciously.

Whether it was an illusion or not, in his field of vision, the iron pulleys rushing towards Gao Chong seemed to be changing crazily.

Sometimes there flashed the shadow of a white crane, sometimes an old man, sometimes a young man wearing a black turban, as if two completely different stages were overlapping in front of his eyes, but when he looked intently, all the changes disappeared... Iron Pulley It's still the same iron pulley.

"What is going on?" When Chen Ling saw this strange scene, her doubts became more intense.

Ever since he started watching the show, Chen Ling felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it... Something must have happened in this show, but maybe the power contained in it was beyond his understanding.

"If you kill him, you will overturn your own horse. It will make you laugh at Cao Zhineng!"

Seeing many iron pulleys approaching, Gao Chong had no intention of retreating. He held a gold-plated tiger-head gun in his hand, shouted loudly, and rushed towards the numerous iron pulleys that were rushing towards him!

As he took a step forward, the chisel-gold tiger-head gun in his hand pierced the bottom of one of the iron pulleys like lightning, and struck hard!

boom--! !

A roar was like thunder exploding!

…

"Did you hear the drama too?"

Hearing these words, Mr. He's heart skipped a beat. Recalling the experience of taking a photo just now, his face became extremely serious.

"What did you hear?"

The turbaned figure's face turned a little pale. He kept looking left and right, as if the voice was in his ears.

"You seem to be saying something...that you want to kill us all?"

The sound of sobbing echoed around the two of them. Mr. He stood on top of the many cranes, his eyes becoming colder and colder.

"What a loud tone. I want to see who is so rampant in the world of mortals?"

As soon as Mr. He finished speaking, his figure started to shake.

He frowned and lowered his head in confusion, and found that the white crane holding his body was trembling unconsciously, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying, and there was a harsh creaking sound in his body!

"He... Mr. He..."

"what happened again?"

"We... seem to have turned into cars?"

"What?" He Lao was stunned.

Before Mr. He could react, an explosion rang out from the void, and the shadow of a gun like a giant pillar penetrated the void curtain, sweeping across the sky like a murderous intention from another world!

He Lao's pupils suddenly shrank!

boom--! !

The next moment, the white cranes all over the sky were shattered into pieces, turning into countless ink splashes in the air.

Only He Lao reacted very quickly and immediately controlled the white crane under his feet to avoid the shadow of the gun. At the same time, the turbaned figure who was also stepping on the white crane was unlucky.

Although the turbaned figure was flying on the white crane, he had no control at all. At such a critical moment, he could only passively prepare for defense... However, before he could take out the brush from his arms, the gun light instantly penetrated it. His body!

At this point, the turbaned figure didn't realize what was happening. He could only vaguely hear a clear voice lingering in his buzzing ears:

"...Urgently rush me to destroy the den of thieves, just like the Lord of the Five Hells is chasing the soul for his life!"

The scene in front of him fell into darkness.

As the sky filled with ink and bloody limbs shattered in the air, they all disappeared without a trace before they fell...

Mr. He held a white crane all alone, standing in cold sweat under the empty sky. Looking at the shadow of the gun that also disappeared out of thin air, the hair on his body stood up!

If the shot that killed Zuiying before was probably due to Zuiying's tracking, causing the enemy to lock his position in turn, then how to explain this scene now? They were just rushing in mid-air when they were almost wiped out by a shot pierced out of nothingness, which showed that the enemy had completely grasped his whereabouts!

But...but how did they do it? ?

Until now, Mr. He has not felt the slightest sense of being spied on. Even before the shadow of the gun appeared, there was no warning at all... This means that no matter who is hiding in the dark and attacking them, they are stronger than themselves. .

But even if you look at the world of mortals, there are only a few people who are stronger than yourself!

"Is this a game? [6 of Hearts] is just a bait?" He Lao's brain was running rapidly, "His target is me?"

Without much hesitation, Mr. He controlled the white crane at his feet and ran away in the completely opposite direction!

At this point, Mr. He has completely given up on killing Chen Ling. After all, saving his life is the most important thing right now. When the enemy is unknown, staying here is an absolute disadvantage.

However, just as Mr. He flew hundreds of meters away, a drama suddenly came to his ears:

"Ah, what a southern barbarian! He actually killed our army with corpses all over the field, and no one dared to fight against him."

"My sons, retreat to the southwest!"

Mr. He was stunned on the spot.

The sound of opera singing... He also heard the sound of opera singing?

"Could it be the God of Play?" Mr. He murmured to himself, "But I have never heard of such a powerful Way of Play before... Hasn't this God's Way declined long ago?"

The photos and turbaned figures who had heard the sound of opera singers so far were all targeted by the gun, and they died suddenly one after another. In a sense, it was not an exaggeration to say that it was a "murder notice", but now he actually heard the same thing. the sound of……

The most important thing is that the direction he is retreating to is exactly southwest!

Cold sweat broke out on Old He's back again. He knew that he was now being targeted, and his speed increased even more!

No matter who the enemy is, since they can kill people from such a distance, it must be due to the characteristics of the domain. As long as it is a domain, there will be boundaries. As long as you escape the boundaries of the other party's domain, you will naturally be safe.

As He Lao's figure gradually moved away, the drama not only did not go away, but became clearer!

…

boom--!

As Gao Chong flew away the first iron pulley with one shot, a few drops of ink flew out from the tip of the gun and spattered under the stage.

Chen Ling, who was sitting in the front row at the moment, was suddenly startled when she saw those few drops of liquid.

"Is this... ink?"

Chen Ling seemed to have thought of something, and looked at the breathless figure in the corner of the stage, "Is that the person from [Fu Sheng Painting]?"

Just now, Chen Ling was still wondering who was the person who was suddenly stabbed to death on the stage. Now, he already has the answer in his heart... In Liu Town, which is imprisoned by the [Circle], there are still people who use ink, except for coming Who else could be the master of [Fusheng-e] chasing him?

However, these "masters" died inexplicably on the stage without even seeing their faces.

"They...are protecting me?"

Chen Ling looked back at the stage in confusion. The majestic figure dressed in white and silver armor was standing upright in the center of the stage, like an invincible god of war!