I'm not a theatre god

Just now, Chen Ling still had doubts in her mind. Most of the first-level skills of Xishen Dao are Thousand Faces, and face-changing is the most basic required skill. In this case, the existence of this wall is actually relatively useless for Xishen Dao.

The only use may be that you can call up the face of someone you have never seen before and wear it on your own face. But if you want to do this, you have to run all the way back to Xidao Guzang and come back here.

But just now when he put that face on his own face and changed his identity, he did not activate phaselessness, which shows that these "faces" have their own camouflage effect and do not require any mental power or skills at all.

This means that even ordinary people can look like the corresponding ones after wearing one of the faces?

Chen Ling suddenly remembered that after he tore off all the faces at the Stars Chamber of Commerce, the last face hidden in the deepest place was put on his face by his master. At that time, he also had not embarked on the path of drama.

so

Chen Ling's eyes flickered, and with a thought, the countless "faces" in front of her quickly changed again!

He is searching for his own face, which is the face of "Chen Ling"!

However, as the face on the wall was finally fixed, the central position was still vacant. This time, even if he searched the "face database", he could not find his face.

Someone took it early.

Chen Ling rubbed her chin with one hand, her expression a little complicated.

There is no doubt that the face was taken away by the master, and it has been on his face before. This also means that no matter who he thinks he is, this body is definitely not "Chen Ling's".

"So, am I Chen Ling or Chen Yan?" Chen Ling was shaken again.

It is detected that the face database storage is empty. Do you want to refill it?

At this moment, a line of small words floated from the wall.

Chen Ling was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect that this skin area could be used to refill the face. Looking at the gap in the center of the wall, he hesitated for a moment and nodded:

"yes."

The next moment, another face of "Chen Ling" began to reshape on the wall, occupying its original position in just a few seconds.

Chen Ling raised her hand, tore off the picture of her own face on the wall and put it in her pocket as a backup. After all, this thing does not require skills to be effective. If she encounters any trouble in the future, she will at least have a chance to change her identity and escape. .

After doing all this, Chen Ling looked around and came to the only door of the dressing room.

"The surface area is not very large, that guy should be here." Chen Ling murmured to himself.

In Chen Ling's perception, the surface area only covers a few hundred square meters. Except for this dressing room, the other areas should be behind this door.

He followed the clown here, but didn't see him in the dressing room, which meant that he was most likely hiding in the area behind this door.

Without much hesitation, Chen Ling pulled the door handle and slowly opened the door.

squeak

As the ancient door sounded, a faint smoke floated out from behind the door, and Chen Ling's eyes went dark.

The dressing room at least has lighting for the makeup mirror, but behind the door it looks like a long-abandoned warehouse. Not only does it have no lights, but it also smells of old wood, like the musty smell from the attic roof of my hometown.

Chen Ling used the authority of Xi Dao Guzang to wave her hand gently in the void, and a kerosene lamp appeared out of thin air in her palm.

The orange lights dimmed the dark corner. Chen Ling walked in the warehouse, looking for something around her. Basically, everything she saw were abandoned tables and chairs, or broken mirrors.

"Is it really a warehouse?" Chen Ling muttered to herself.

Chen Ling found no trace of Harlequin and didn't know where he was hiding. As Chen Ling gradually went deeper, he seemed to have reached the end of the warehouse.

The dim lights flickered, and a huge black outline gradually emerged. Chen Ling's eyes were attracted to it, and she narrowed her eyes slightly.

It was a thing covered by a black curtain, square in shape, about two meters high, with one corner exposed on its left and right sides, and two columns of chronological text engraved on it:

Thousands of people with hundreds of faces,

One true self throughout life.

At the top of this thing, there are four horizontal characters:

Break away from illusion and return to truth.

When Chen Ling saw this thing, doubts appeared in her eyes. From the outline, it looked like a door or a mirror, but since it was stored in this warehouse, it probably hadn't been used for a long time.

"What is this used to do?" Chen Ling thought thoughtfully.

Chen Ling raised her hand to open the black curtain, but she pulled it back halfway.

He has never been a very curious person. Since this thing has been sealed here by the masters and brothers, there is no need for him to pull down the curtain. If there is something dangerous behind this, wouldn't he be caught in it? ?

Just when Chen Ling turned around and was about to leave, something unexpected happened!

call

A gust of wind blew from nowhere and swept into the small warehouse, blowing the black curtain covering the thing flying and sliding down bit by bit.

Chen Ling was stunned and looked back subconsciously.

The reflection of an orange-yellow kerosene lamp lit up from the darkness in the distance, and a vague figure stood there holding a lamp, slowly turning back in sync with Chen Ling;

The appearance of the wind and the figure was too sudden. Chen Ling's figure subconsciously tensed up, but after a moment, he relaxed.

"It turns out to be a mirror." Two voices sounded at the same time.

"???"

Chen Ling was stunned for a moment, only to feel a chill suddenly rush to the top of his head. He stared at the figure in the darkness in the distance, who was also holding a kerosene lamp, as motionless as a sculpture.

The surroundings suddenly fell into dead silence.

Does this mirror also make sounds? ?

If this is a mirror that can even imitate sounds, Chen Ling doesn't think it's a big deal. After all, there are magic everywhere in the ancient collection of operas. It's not surprising that there is such a thing. But what really makes his hair stand on end is another one. reason.

The other voice that sounded just now was not his.

The two voices overlapped so perfectly that even Chen Ling couldn't hear them clearly, but he was sure that it wasn't his voice. Chen Ling could even feel a hint of familiarity in the voice.

Chen Ling stared intently at the man in the darkness, and the man stared intently at him, as if he was no different from his reflection in the mirror.

I don’t know how long it took, but Chen Ling finally made up her mind and walked forward slowly, holding a kerosene lamp.

At the same time, the figure walked with the same rhythm holding a kerosene lamp.

The distance between the two keeps getting closer.

The halos of the two kerosene lamps gradually intertwined. When Chen Ling saw the approaching figure in red, his pupils suddenly contracted!

"Ayan?!!!"