I'm not a theatre god

At this moment, Chen Ling finally knew why Plum Blossom 8 said that character would not move.

It was a corpse.

Judging from the appearance, he looks like a soldier wearing armor. He holds a broken sword in his hand, and his huge body looks like a towering mountain... This corpse kneels to death in the darkness, even though its facial features and clothing are extremely abstract. But it can make people feel a huge sense of oppression.

And on the edge of the broken sword and the corpse, there was a small blooming flower, which was floating there quietly, without any wind.

"that's it

Even though they were still far apart, Plum Blossom 8 seemed to have been affected by the soldiers. Veins popped out from the corners of his forehead, and his expression became increasingly ferocious.

Chen Ling didn't feel anything. Carrying the Eight of Plum Blossoms on his back, he stepped into the range of the soldiers' corpses and went deeper step by step... When he looked back, he saw the characters who were chasing him hesitated slightly, as if they were afraid of the soldiers' presence. , but it only slowed down a little, and did not stop the pursuit.

"Isn't this enough..." Chen Ling narrowed her eyes slightly.

Chen Ling continued to go deeper, and after taking a few steps, a painful groan sounded from behind.

He looked back and saw that Plum Blossom 8's eyes were already bloodshot, and his hands were tightly clasping Chen Ling's shoulders, exerting force like iron pliers.

Chen Ling knew that Meihua 8 did not do it on purpose. He was just affected by the soldiers' emotions. Fortunately, Meihua 8 was only Qingshen Dao and his own strength was not strong. With Chen Ling's body, this strength was nothing.

"Sorry..." Meihua 8 and Chen Ling looked at each other and spoke hoarsely.

"fine

He replied calmly.

As Chen Ling advanced, he could already feel the emotions coming from the soldiers. It was a kind of extreme anger and unwillingness, as if he was about to break the hilt of the sword in his hand and hammer the earth to pieces... Its eyes were fixed on somewhere in the void, and an extremely powerful thought spread in the air.

Chen Ling's steps did not slow down at all because he heard roars coming from behind and getting closer and closer to him.

step,

two steps,

Five steps...ten steps.

"Damn...they all deserve to die!!" A roar came from behind Chen Ling, "Why are they?! Why are they?!"

"We did nothing wrong!! Why do they want to start a war?! Those politicians' ambitions! Why do they have to use the lives of us ordinary people to fill it?!"

"My mother is dead, my sister is dead, my neighbors are dead...all dead! All dead!! Why can't I do anything?!"

"I'm sorry...I'm really sorry...Mom, I'm a waste...I should have protected you..."

"I'm going to kill them...I'm going to kill them!!"

"..."

The hands on Chen Ling's shoulders became harder and harder. Meihua 8 seemed to be going crazy, roaring angrily at the nothingness in front of him!

Perhaps it was the torture of more than half a year that had already left Meihua 8’s spirit riddled with holes, or perhaps the emotions contained in the soldier’s corpse were too strong. Plum Blossom 8 had completely lost his mind, been assimilated by emotions, and completely replaced himself The role of soldier.

Seeing this, Chen Ling could only endure the influence of the soldier's emotions and struck the back of Plum Blossom 8's neck with her backhand.

Boom——!

With a muffled sound, Meihua 8 rolled her eyes and completely fainted on Chen Ling's shoulder.

Plum Blossom 8's spirit has already reached its limit. If it continues like this, it may not be as simple as being temporarily affected... If Chen Ling doesn't take the initiative to accept the "forced shutdown", I am afraid that the number one genius of Qingshin Dao will not be able to wait until he leaves "Ge". Ernica", you will become a vegetable or an idiot.

After the 8 of Clubs fainted, nothingness fell into silence again, leaving only the continuous roar of the characters behind him.

Chen Ling went deep here, and most of the characters who were chasing him were forced to stop behind him and did not dare to move forward. Only the woman whose whole body was burning and the woman holding the child were still chasing, and they had not yet reached their limit.

"Then let's see... who can endure it better?

Chen Ling carried the 8 of plum blossoms on her back, gritted her teeth and moved on.

As the 8 of Plum Blossoms said, the soldier's emotional intensity is several times that of other characters. Even if Chen Ling has not been completely close to him, she has already felt the emotional impact that exceeds that of other characters.

It was a kind of involuntary pain, and blood threads climbed up his eyeballs, just like the 8 of plum blossoms just now. He could feel his spirit going crazy, and every muscle in his body was trembling with anger. He wanted to chop off the heads of the eight plum blossoms one after another, kill the enemy and sacrifice to the heaven... Of course, Chen Ling tried hard to hold back.

But he wasn't sure how much longer he could endure it.

"Calm down...calm down...it's all fake. Chen Ling forced herself to take a deep breath and stay rational.

"I'm just an 'audience'... Everything I see and hear has nothing to do with me..."

Chen Ling closed his bloodshot eyes, and the image of the "audience" in the theater emerged in his mind. He kept giving himself hints, trying to suppress his "empathy" to a minimum... This was the only way for him to survive now. .

But even so, illusory images continued to appear in Chen Ling's closed eyes.

bombs falling from the sky,

burning towns,

A woman falling from the fire in despair from the roof of a building, a mother holding a lifeless baby, a frightened black cow, a passerby crawling in despair after his leg was blown off...

And in this hellish scene, he could only watch with his eyes the bomber flying over his head and destroying the city... Because he only had a ridiculous broken sword in his hand, no matter how angry he screamed, he could not hurt the bomber at all.

Unprecedented anger, fear, and guilt surged into Chen Ling's heart. He clenched his fists unconsciously, and his chest rose and fell rapidly like a bellows!

"I am the 'audience'..."

"I am just the 'audience'!!"

"All this has nothing to do with me... I am not in it

Chen Ling's murmur echoed in the void. At this time, his consciousness was blurred, and he just walked forward mechanically... As his psychological suggestion kept repeating, pairs of scarlet eyes belonging to the "audience" opened in the void behind him!

And as Chen Ling's murmur gradually increased in frequency, the eyes of the "audience" in the void were still increasing rapidly. In just a dozen seconds, it seemed as if the sky was full of red stars!

[Audience Expectation +3]

The "Western Wall" gradually outlines Chen Ling's body, tearing a hideous gap in the strong emotions emanating from the soldier's corpse. At this moment, many characters around him seem to have noticed something, and their faces are filled with fear!

"I am... I am..."

"I am, 'audience'

A wisp of red smudged from the depths of Chen Ling's pupils. As his eyes opened unconsciously, the scarlet seemed to drift out from his eyeballs, like a flame dragging embers from the corners of his eyes, covering the apricot red eye makeup under his skin.

At this moment, a pair of exaggerated crescent red eyes that were almost identical to those of the "audience" were exposed in the void!