I'm not a theatre god

"Director Wang?"

Kong Baosheng and the others were shocked to see Wang Jincheng appearing at the entrance of the theater covered in blood...Everyone knew what was happening outside the theater now. Wang Jincheng's appearance was most likely related to the intersection with the Gray World, and everyone was getting more and more panicked.

On the other hand, Chen Ling's expression was extremely subtle, and he didn't seem to be so willing to help Wang Jincheng.

This place was the temporary base of the Dusk Society after all. It didn't matter when there were performances and disguises, but now the "professional team" had gone out, and there were disasters rampant outside. Maybe he would have to fight the disasters...Wang Jincheng's appearance here was undoubtedly a trouble.

What's more, he was still entangled with the "audience" now. If he was exposed, things would be bad.

But no matter how unwilling he was, Wang Jincheng had come and was conscious. If Chen Ling wanted to continue his disguise, he had to help him. After all, even if he was a seriously injured sixth-level, he couldn't handle it. He had no choice but to walk towards the entrance of the theater.

"Director Wang! What happened to you? Why are you covered in blood?" Chen Ling exclaimed.

Wang Jincheng saw Chen Ling was stunned for a moment, thinking that he was frightened by his appearance, and spoke as calmly as possible:

"I ran into a few disasters and Jiangtian Sect outside and was injured... I saw that there was no intersection of the gray world in this area, and it was relatively close, so I came here... Boss Lin, do you have bandages or plasterboards for fixation? I can handle it myself

"No!" Chen Ling answered without hesitation.

"... Then bring me some clothes and take down two wooden boards

Chen Ling looked at Kong Baosheng helplessly, and the latter immediately understood, and immediately took two clothes and wooden boards from behind the stage and handed them to Wang Jincheng.

Dongdong.

At the same time, a slight sound came from upstairs, like the sound of a heavy object falling.

Kong Baosheng was startled, and looked at the direction of the sound in confusion. Suddenly he realized something and his face suddenly became panicked.

"Sir, I'll go upstairs to see my grandma first!" After saying that, he picked up a lantern on the table and ran up the stairs quickly. Seeing this, Chen Ling did not speak to stop him, but instead focused his attention on Wang Jincheng again. Wang Jincheng was seriously injured. If it weren't for his strong body and the fact that he used stones to slow down the impact of the rhino at the last moment, he would probably have been shattered into blood residue on the ground... These things can only temporarily stop bleeding and fix broken bones. If time is delayed for a long time, there will still be danger to life. Chen Ling just watched Wang Jincheng bandage and pretended to be puzzled and asked: "Director Wang, what happened outside? Didn't you say that the Gray Realm would intersect? Why did you mention the Crimson Sky Sect just now?" "This time the Gray Realm intersection was originally initiated by the Crimson Sky Sect. When mentioning the Crimson Sky Sect, Wang Jincheng's eyes flashed with hatred. While bandaging his wounds, he said hoarsely, "Those guys summoned the Sighing Wilderness and took the initiative to guide a large number of disasters here... And they are too sinister! They actually disturbed my way of God while I was fighting against the disaster. They are even more despicable than the Dusk Society!"

Chen Ling:...

"It sounds really dangerous. Chen Ling said worriedly, "They won't attack ordinary people like us, right?"

"...It's hard to say.

Wang Jincheng paused for a moment, "They may not kill people themselves, but I'm worried that they are still plotting something else..."

"What? "If it's just an ordinary disaster, Fu Sheng Hui can still handle it... I'm worried that they are determined to destroy the Red Dust Realm and will summon the "World Destruction" level disaster at all costs. Wang Jincheng frowned tightly, "If this is the case... the Red Dust Realm may not be able to escape the disaster. Summon "World Destruction"? Chen Ling seemed to have thought of something, and his heart skipped a beat. Cluster--! An inexplicable cold wind blew past him, and all the lanterns in the venue went out instantly, and the entire theater fell into darkness. This sudden change scared Kong Baosheng, Huang Suyue and others. Even Wang Jincheng, who was bandaging his wound, frowned and looked outside the door, looking around Xi Zhou vigilantly. Chen Ling glanced at the lanterns above his head, and his expression gradually became solemn in the dark. Chen Ling pondered for a moment and spoke again: "Where are all these Jiangtian believers? Are we safe here? "If I knew where they were, I would have killed them long ago. Wang Jincheng sighed helplessly, "But you should be safe here for a short time..." ...

Thump, thump, thump---Kong Baosheng hurried upstairs, came to a dim room, and pushed the door open. The flickering candlelight illuminated a corner of the room, and the bedding on the bed was messy and twisted into a ball, but there was no one. A gray-haired figure curled up on the floor in pain, whimpering in pain. "Grandma!!" Kong Baosheng threw down the lantern and ran to her anxiously, "Grandma! Can you hear me? Where does it hurt?" The old woman didn't speak, but curled up on the ground in pain, her old eyes staring at nothingness, as if something was tearing her consciousness apart, her eyeballs rolled up unconsciously, and a lot of whites were exposed to the air. Kong Baosheng was scared. He had taken care of his grandmother for so long and had never seen such a situation. He hurriedly got up to find medicine. With trembling hands, he searched through the cabinets and found the medicine that grandma usually took. He poured out the last two pills in his hand, ran to her side, knelt down, and carefully put them into her mouth.

"Grandma, take the medicine quickly..."

Kong Baosheng prayed and gave his grandma water. When the pills were swallowed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

But as time passed, grandma's condition did not improve at all, but became more and more painful. Kong Baosheng watched her face gradually turn pale, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

"Grandma, don't scare me, grandma... Obviously the medicine is delicious, how could this happen??"

Kong Baosheng forced himself to calm down and began to think about what went wrong. But after thinking about it, he could only think of whether he had taken too little medicine... But after taking the two pills just now, there was no more medicine at home.

He gritted his teeth and hugged grandma back to the bed.

"Grandma, please bear with me for a while...I'll buy you a few more boxes and check to see if there are any painkillers. I'll be back soon!"

After saying that, he quickly rushed downstairs with a lantern in hand.

At this time, in the lobby on the first floor, Chen Ling was still talking to Wang Jincheng at the door. Huang Xueyue and Uncle Quan were sitting on chairs. Li Qingshan was still standing aside in his performance clothes, looking out the window with worry.

Kong Baosheng strode through the lobby and was about to rush out of the theater alone. The moment he stepped across the threshold, Chen Ling's voice suddenly sounded from behind:

"Baosheng, where are you going?"