I'm not a theatre god

This time the performance came faster than Chen Ling expected.

He looked down and saw that he was standing on the third step of this twisted divine way. He had risen very high from the first step starting from the bottom of the abyss, and was very close to the twinkling star in the sky. A little bit... but it was too small compared to the height he had left to climb.

Behind Chen Ling, a line of completed performances was crossed out, completely becoming the past of a script:

[Complete a thrilling murder performance in the presence of at least 2,000 people]

Chen Ling clearly remembered that it took him less than half a year from the time he stepped onto the third level to the time he saw the performance requirements... and from the time he completed the performance until now, less than two months have passed. moon.

Now, he is on the threshold of the fourth level. As long as he completes the last performance, he can be promoted.

If Chen Ling were to complete the second half of the third level at a normal pace, it would be at least the same as the first half, and it would take him less than half a year. However, after he massacred the Jiangtian cultists and swallowed a small part of the Red Star aura, his mental power exploded. growth, shortening the process to two months.

And this does not mean that the breath of the Red Star can only help him cross this small half... Normally, after digesting the breath of the Red Star, Chen Ling can not only step onto the fourth step, but also take a step forward on the fourth step. It's a big step, but it's stuck here due to the performance conditions. If you don't complete the performance, no matter how high your mental power is, you won't be promoted. This is a flaw in distorted Shinto.

But Chen Ling can feel that there is still a lot of spiritual power left in the Shinto under his feet. As long as he can complete the performance and advance to the fourth level, these spiritual powers can still help him make rapid progress.

Chen Ling took a deep breath and lowered his gaze to his feet. A new set of performance conditions appeared before his eyes:

[With the participation of the ‘audience’, a hearty interactive performance is completed]

Chen Ling froze on the spot.

He read this paragraph over and over again, and his expression became strange.

Chen Ling could understand every word here, but when combined, it made him a little confused... Especially the four words "audience participation" made him confused.

Which "audience"? How to participate? ?

There is also "hearty and hearty interactive performance." Regardless of hearty and hearty, it is an adjective that is extremely difficult to control; the subsequent interactive performance... is it an interaction with the "audience"?

If the "interactive audience" here refers to the passers-by who watch the show during his performance, or the audience who applauds in the audience, it's okay to say that as long as they are invited to the stage and do some dialogue or acting, it can be considered interactive... But Chen Ling I didn't think this show would be that simple.

Just be afraid, the "audience" here refers to...

Chen Ling no longer dared to think about it anymore. He could feel that at this moment, on both sides of this twisted divine way, there were pairs of scarlet eyes, smiling like crescent moons, looking at him teasingly.

Chen Ling let out a long sigh. He could feel that it would not be easy for him to advance to the fourth level...

The twisted Shinto gradually dissipated, and the surrounding scenes returned. Chen Ling only felt that her eyes flickered, and she returned to "Guernica".

Chen Ling was trapped in it and had no other choice but to walk forward aimlessly while thinking about the conditions for promotion to the show...

After an unknown amount of time, in the vast void, the outline of a huge object was outlined from directly in front of Chen Ling.

It was a big pale face outlined by simple lines. The shapes of all the facial features were abstract and childish, with an inexplicable weird feeling... It floated in the air, its mouth opened and closed, as if it was shouting something, as if it had no weight. Floating slowly towards Chen Ling like a balloon.

Chen Ling: "???"

Seeing such an abstract and uncoordinated face, Chen Ling's heart tightened, and she subconsciously tightened the boning knife in her sleeve. He knew that the cage prepared for him by the Second Hall was not that simple...

Against this big face, Chen Ling's body was as small as an ant, and as it approached, an indescribable emotion emerged from Chen Ling's heart.

Fear, grief, hatred, pleading... It was like there was some invisible demon chasing behind him. At this moment, Chen Ling could even hear a small part of the prayer, which came from the most primitive desire for survival in life.

At the same time, Chen Ling's facial features were unconsciously distorted, showing fear and grief. Although not as exaggerated as that big face, the emotions revealed almost completely overlapped with them.

Chen Ling had never encountered such a situation. He could only endure the out-of-control emotions in his heart while holding the knife and watching the big face floating above his head warily, ready to take action at any time... Fortunately, this big face didn't seem to have any... The intention to attack him just passed through the sky above Chen Ling quietly and gradually faded away.

At the same time, Chen Ling's emotions were slowly returning to calm, but his eyes were still staring at this face.

"What the hell..." Chen Ling frowned, "As long as you get close, it can affect people's emotions? Is it a creature trapped in this cage?"

Chen Ling didn't understand the meaning of the existence of this creature. Just when he was about to look away, a detail suddenly flashed across his eyes.

On the edge of the wandering face, there was an "arrow" the size of the nail of a little finger, as if it had been drawn with a pen, and as the face moved, the direction of the "arrow" was slowly moving. The rotation, at first glance, looks like a compass!

If Chen Ling's eyes weren't very perceptive to these details, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to detect its existence at all. But at this moment, under the "arrow", there is a familiar pattern...

That is the black [club] in poker.

…

The main city of Hongchen.

A girl in a long black dress walked slowly among the ruins.

Corpses and rubble were piled on the road, and the dusty breeze blew through the girl's gorgeous skirt. Liu Qingyan listened to the sounds of disaster and fighting in the distance, as quietly as a marginalized person who was out of touch with the world.

Chen Ling's gaze looking back occasionally appeared in Liu Qingyan's mind. Although she didn't know his intention, Liu Qingyan still chose to believe Chen Ling... She did not leave this dangerous area, but stayed in the dangerous area for a short time. After some hesitation, he walked directly in the direction of Jinghong Tower.

She chose to go to Jinghong Tower mainly because Liu Qingyan didn't know where to go or what to do now. Jinghong Tower is a place related to Chen Ling. There might be some clues there?

While thinking about it, Liu Qingyan walked into the block that intersects with the "Ghost Mocking Abyss", but now all the intersections of the gray world are sealed by the Second Hall, and no new disasters have appeared. The block where Jinghong Tower is now located is the best-preserved place within dozens of kilometers.

Liu Qingyan walked along the street. At this moment, she seemed to notice something and suddenly stopped.

In the flying dust, several figures approached her from different directions. Some of these people were extremely tall, some looked sinister, and some had long wolf tails. They didn't look like good people at first glance...

"Hello." The tallest man gently rubbed his fingertips in the void, and a club jack was conjured out of thin air.

"Excuse me, are you Liu Qingyan?"