I'm not a theatre god

"Can you imagine?"

"I was still dreaming at the time, and suddenly I heard someone knocking on the door. When I opened the door, I saw my junior brother dragging his intestines with one hand. He was covered in blood. He was laughing and calling for help..."

"To be honest, my whole body is split."

"My first reaction was that someone had secretly entered Xi Dao Gu Zang, and actually hid it from all of us. Even the master was not aware of it... I was thinking that the enemy should be a ninth-level demigod, and he could The person who sneaked in quietly is most likely the Silver King..."

"It's almost...it's almost, I'm going to seal off Guzang and start preparing for war."

Ning Ruyu sat on the grass in front of her house, rubbing her temples and saying with a pale face, her eyes were bloodshot, as if she had not slept well all night.

Opposite him, Luan Mei, Wen Renyou, and Mojiao looked at each other, as if they had imagined the scene at that time, and their expressions were extremely weird.

"So how is he doing now?"

"It is no longer life-threatening, but he still needs to rest for a few days. He is too seriously injured, and even the [Blood Clothes] cannot heal him quickly."

"So, the King of Silver did not invade Xi Dao Guzang... Then where did the injury of the little junior brother come from?"

"It said it was obtained from the archives of the times."

Luan Mei seemed to have thought of something, with an "I knew it was like this" expression on her face.

"It was the same last time." Luan Mei sighed, "Before we went to the world of mortals, we were walking on the road peacefully, and his whole body suddenly exploded... If Chu Muyun hadn't happened to be there, I wouldn't have known what to do. How to get him back."

"Junior brother has a bit of ruthlessness and evil nature in his work." Mojiao recalled the scene in the Manor of the Stars Chamber of Commerce and concluded.

Wen Renyou, who was always taciturn, also said:

"This kind of character is a good thing and a bad thing... He may grow faster than others, but if he is not careful, he can easily lose his life. Last time there was a second senior sister, and this time there is a senior brother. If One day we won’t be around him, and that will be troublesome.”

The four of them fell into silence at the same time.

"What should we do..." Ning Ruyu sighed repeatedly.

"By the way, how are the personnel sent to the Wuji Realm? Is there any news?"

"Not yet... I guess it will take some time."

"I always feel that this matter is a bit strange." Mojiao said thoughtfully, "According to the master's prediction, the next Nine Lords to be revived should be Lord Hongchen... On this point, the master's predictions have never been missed. ”

"So, our arrangements are mainly in the world of mortals." Luan Mei nodded slightly, "As for the news about Lord Wuji, there is a high probability that it is a smoke bomb deliberately thrown out by the nine realms to deal with us... Send a few Just go and inquire about the situation personally. If you really invest a large number of people into the Wuji Realm, you may just fall into their trap. "

"I agree with that."

After a brief discussion, everyone got up and prepared to visit Chen Ling. After pushing the door open and entering, they found that Chen Ling had fallen into a deep sleep on the bed.

Seeing this, several senior brothers and sisters naturally did not disturb him. Instead, they left something beside Chen Ling's bed and retreated silently.

As the door closed, the room fell into dead silence again.

…

at the same time.

Chen Ling on the theater stage slowly opened her eyes.

"Huh..." Chen Ling breathed a long sigh of relief and glanced at the many figures in the audience. It was the first time that she felt that it was great to see them.

Being able to see them here means that he is still alive and his body is not controlled by "mockery"... It seems that the senior brother has finally managed to catch his life back.

Chen Ling walked to the center of the stage skillfully and looked at the screen. The last line was a message about changing expectations:

[Current expected value: 60%]

In the corner of the expected value information, a small treasure box pattern is shaking, seemingly waiting for Chen Ling to open it.

Chen Ling tapped his fingertips, and as the lights made a "thump" sound, all the spotlights gathered behind him, and a desk was placed in the center of the stage at some point.

"Congratulations on completing your play, Red Dust Hunters."

"The highest expectation of the audience for this play: 81%"

"You are entitled to a designated lottery draw."

"After using it, you can designate a character from all the characters appearing in this show, and randomly select the opponent's abilities. The probability of drawing rare skills is related to the overall audience expectations of this show."

As Chen Ling broadcast live on the dark web on a large scale and successfully killed Nie Yu, the performance conditions for the middle stage of the third stage were completely completed, and paragraphs of text emerged on the blank pages, intertwined into a brand new play.

This play started from Chen Ling's departure from the Aurora Realm and ended with the killing of Nie Yu. It was even thicker than the previous play "Aurora, Never Dies". He looked through the contents as usual and found that it was very similar to his own. The experience was not bad at all.

After completing the play several times, Chen Ling had become numb to it. Just when he put the play on the bookshelf, an idea suddenly came to his mind.

"In a sense...is this my 'life script'?"

Ever since Chen Ling turned on [Zhu Yan] and had the ability to spy on other people's "life scripts", Chen Ling suddenly realized that these "plays" that were born after each performance were not the script of his life?

But the difference between him and others is that he can see with his own eyes how his script is produced... Looking at it from another angle, is this "inner vision" in a sense?

Chen Ling thought for a long time in front of the bookshelf and felt that her understanding was OK, but it didn't mean much... The only meaning was that this theater had gradually become understandable to Chen Ling, unlike It was full of mystery when I first entered.

The fourth wall that separates the audience from the stage, the mysterious script that records everything about him, emerges out of thin air. The phenomena on the stage seem to be gradually explained by the theory of Xishendao. Chen Ling's fear and vigilance towards this place are also gradually dissipating.

"Then, it's time to decide who will draw the skills this time."

Chen Ling returned to his desk and stood there, thinking seriously.

After each play is completed, it is a big problem to determine the candidate to draw the skills. On the one hand, you must consider the strength of the skills, and on the other hand, you must consider your own luck, whether you can draw the skills you want from that person. ...After all, the higher a person's rank, the more skills he has, and the smaller the probability of getting the skills he wants.

Chen Ling carefully recalled the characters that appeared in this play. After being entangled in her heart for a long time, she still picked up a pen and slowly wrote down a name:

——Yingfu.