I'm not a theatre god

Chen Ling is not a person who likes to slap people.

But now the situation is special. He is far less familiar with the painting "Guernica" than Plum Blossom 8. Now that this sudden change occurs, only Plum Blossom 8 can explain it... Although this is a bit offensive to the seniors, Chen Ling I believe Meihua 8 can understand.

After two crisp slaps, the unconscious Plum Blossom 8 finally opened his eyes with difficulty. He felt his burning cheeks and stayed in place for a while.

"you……"

"Sorry, the situation is urgent, I can only force power on.

Plum Blossom 8:……

Plum Blossom 8 glanced behind him and found that the Burning Woman was rushing towards them at the top of her head. Her expression suddenly changed. He didn't have time to argue with Chen Ling about the slap, and immediately lowered his head and looked at the palm of his hand.

In his palm, several of the "arrows" drawn were spinning rapidly, as if they were completely out of order.

"Damn...how could this happen?"

"what happened?"

"I don't know... When I first entered "Guernica", I endured the emotional impact, left the positions of all the characters in the painting, summarized their usual movement trajectories, and then painted that in the safest place. A House of Plum Blossoms 8 said in a deep voice, "But now, their movement trajectories have all been disrupted... No, it should be said that this painting has been disrupted.

"How was the painting disrupted? Isn't it in the hands of the Second Hall?"

The 8 of Clubs didn't speak. He just looked up at the void above his head, his eyes seeming to penetrate something.

"Outside... something big must have happened.

…

Buzz—! !

A low roar sounded from the relief door.

In the center of the door, the picture frame that looked like a giant lock suddenly trembled violently. Countless regular geometric shapes floated out from it, floating in the air like bubbles, and finally converged into an extremely abstract three-dimensional human face.

This human face is almost as big as the relief door. A rolled-up picture scroll is spinning in the middle of the eyebrows. Two triangular pupils are staring at the door. The aura of the eighth level is overflowing around...

"After so many years... it's time for this door to be opened.

With a thought in the second hall, "Guernica" flew out from between the eyebrows, surrounded by a geometric figure that looked like a key, and crashed into the center of the relief door!

Boom——!

A trace of the Qing Shinto Taoist spirit spread out from "Guernica" and slowly spread to the surroundings along the lines and graphics on the relief. The entire relief gate trembled!

…

at this time.

The other side of the Red Dust Base.

The originally lively base seemed to be shrouded in a thick dark cloud, and the atmosphere was oppressive and dull, like the dead silence before the storm.

One by one, members of Fushenge walked around quickly. Some were sweating anxiously, some were sitting in the corner in a daze, some were silently wiping their weapons and brushes, and some were gathering in twos and threes, in various places in the base. The topographic map of the world of mortals was drawn with freehand on the wall, and they were arguing about something with red faces.

Apart from these people, those members of the "quasi-fushenge" wearing blue robes were the most worried and frightened.

"You said... is there really going to be a war this time?"

"What do you think? Didn't you see how murderous Mr. Lu was when he walked by?"

"It is said that Mr. Lu has returned to the world of mortals, summoned all the architects, and is going to the front line to fight...Other seniors in the base are also packing up. Regardless of whether they are willing or not, they are all forced to go to the battlefield. It seems that the situation is really serious.

"But didn't you say that several seniors refused to play for the first time? And they also said that they wanted to leave Fushenge and fly away?"

"Hmph, is it strange that there are people who are greedy for life and afraid of death? Fu Sheng Hui is not a military-managed organization in the first place. It is used to being loose and goes to the battlefield wherever it can... However, even if they break away from Fu Sheng Hui, they can Where to go? Enter the Gray Realm to seek death, or kill him from the Wuji Realm?"

"It's not as complicated as you think... Those Fushenge seniors who wanted to leave were slaughtered by the Eighth Hall before they could even get out of the base gate.

"Huh??? Isn't Mr. Yang the most friendly person on weekdays? He actually killed someone in public?"

"Mr. Yang said, these are extraordinary times. These people have no place to escape. There is a high probability that they can only cooperate with the enemy... It would be terrible if the secret of Hongchen Base falls into the hands of the enemy.

"That's true..."

While everyone was talking, a white dove with no aura was resting on the semi-hollow dome, staring at the corridor below with a pair of eyes glowing with light blue.

Buzz—!

A low humming sound came from the depths of Hongchen Base, and the ground of the entire palace trembled.

All the members of Fu Sheng Hui who were still in the Hongchen Base, and the apprentices who were also wearing blue robes, looked into the depths of the Hongchen Base in confusion, wondering what was going on...

At the same time, the white dove standing on the semi-hollow dome also turned to look in that direction, with wisps of blue light flowing in his pupils.

"Meihua, what are you waiting for? Go quickly!" The voice of the 9 of hearts faintly came from the white pigeon.

"It's not that I don't want to go, but I'm easily exposed if I move..." Meihua said helplessly, "It's okay to use tricks to deceive the field, but my path is not as good at disguise as the 6 of Hearts. If I move a little, I will be seen. Finished

"Can't there be pigeons in the Red Dust Base?"

"...What do you think?"

"..."

"Then what should we do now? Let's jump down first and start fighting? The third palace is not here. There are only two seventh-level palaces in the base, and there is an eighth-level palace in the deepest part... The odds of winning are not high.

"It would be great if Hong Xin was awake at this time. With his ability, it shouldn't be a problem to deceive these people from Fu Sheng Hui for the time being..."

"Wait, don't rush." ​​Chu Muyun's voice sounded calmly, "Give me a few seconds... I'll speed up his progress.

"Huh? Chu, why are you pressing Bai Ye's head?"

"Fuck! Why are you taking out the hammer?!"

"!!!"

Bang--! !

A muffled groan from Bai Ye came out of the pigeon.

The next moment, the pigeon hovering on the hollow dome flapped its wings and flew along the top of the corridor to the depths of the Hongchen base.

The blue-robed apprentice who was communicating below saw something white flying by at a glance. He was about to say something in confusion, but suddenly a white light flashed in the air, and they stood there like sculptures...

After a few seconds, they came back to their senses and looked at each other blankly.

"Just now... where were we talking about?"

"I don't know, I don't remember... I always feel like I forgot something

"By the way, you guys think... is there really going to be a war this time?"

"What do you think? Didn't you see how murderous Mr. Lu was when he walked by just now?"

"..."

As the white pigeon left, the West Hall not far away suddenly seemed to notice something and frowned and looked in this direction...

[Audience Expectation Value +2]