I'm not a theatre god

The third wall is the dividing line between the "stage" and the "audience". The performances on the stage will not affect the audience, and the audience cannot intervene in the performance... As long as the "third wall" exists, the story will be just a story after all.

And the painting displayed in front of Chen Ling is also just a "story".

Bombers buzzed overhead, and innocent residents howled in the sea of ​​fire. Chen Ling watched live corpses fall in front of her, but there was no emotion in her scarlet eyes...

The man in red clothes stood there quietly, like a "spectator" who accidentally entered this place.

At this moment, all the characters in the painting who followed him stood frozen in place, and their roars, roars, and cries stopped abruptly.

They looked at the red-robed man in fear. In a daze, the existence of the red-robed man became illusory... as if he was in the same dimension as them, and sometimes seemed not to exist. He was between "real" and "false" Time is elusive.

They stopped, but Chen Ling did not;

Chen Ling was still approaching the soldier's corpse.

The scarlet flames danced in Chen Ling's eyes, and like the thousands of "audience eyes" in the void behind him, they were half cold and half playful. The only difference between him and those "audiences" is that he wears bright clothes and has a face with three-dimensional features.

But now, his face has no expression, and even his facial features are gradually blurred, and he is beginning to gradually lose the characteristics of "Chen Ling"...

He is transforming into an "audience".

The soldier's corpse was like a mountain, floating in the void. It didn't make any sound, but the emotional radiation it conveyed contained the roar of anger that had never stopped for thousands of years!

"They all deserve to die!!!"

"I want to kill these intruders! I want them to be buried with everyone in this city!!"

"Come on! Come on!!"

"My sword will cut everything into pieces! Even if I have nothing left!!"

"no no!"

"Why...why can't I do anything?! Why!!"

"Damn...damn!! I'm too weak...I'm so unwilling...I'm not willing to give in!!!"

"..."

Deafening roars, mixed with invisible emotions, echoed in "Guernica";

The man in red walked up to him calmly, held the broken sword beside the soldier expressionlessly, and then raised it with one hand...

Swing it down gently.

Buzz—! !

The soldier's unwilling roar stopped abruptly.

The body that was hundreds of times larger than Chen Ling slowly split from the center, as if an invisible sword fell from the sky and split it in half... Its body collapsed in nothingness, and the thousand-year anger and unwillingness contained in it, They were as fragile as paper under this sword.

Scarlet flames drifted away from the corners of Chen Ling's eyes. He held the broken sword in one hand and watched the scene expressionlessly, like an indifferent "spectator".

"What does your anger have to do with me?"

[Audience Expectation Value +5]

This sword chopped the soldier's body into pieces, and also chopped up all its emotions... In the fragmented body, the endless unwillingness and resentment turned into an almost substantial black mist, and it rushed towards Chen Ling crazily, and already Chen Ling regards it as the object of venting.

But the existence of the "Western Wall" blocked all these resentful emotions. The billowing black mist swept in, but it couldn't touch the red clothes in it!

Chen Ling didn't pay attention to this, but looked behind her at the other characters who were frozen in place.

Although these characters did not dare to provoke Chen Ling, their existence itself contained extremely strong emotions. Although these emotions were silent, they spread in a form similar to radiation, making an incomparable noise in Chen Ling's ears.

"It's so hot!! My body is so hot!!"

"Who will save my child... He is dying, who will save him!"

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die!! I just broke a leg, I can still crawl... don't abandon me!!"

"My home was destroyed, my wife and children are dead! These damn beasts..."

The existence of any one of them means extreme despair and pain, and no one can help but be moved by the emotions they radiate. And the emotions radiated by these people are superimposed and can drive anyone in the world crazy... except Chen Ling.

Chen Ling held her sword and stepped on nothingness, approaching them step by step.

The sword rises, the sword falls.

The woman closest to him, holding a child, was instantly cut in half, followed closely by the woman next to him who was covered in fire. Chen Ling expressionlessly chopped them all into pieces in front of her, and her painful pleas came to an abrupt end...

Chen Ling doesn’t feel sorry for them, she just thinks they are noisy;

Their uncontrollable resentment rushed towards Chen Ling crazily, but they could only be blocked outside the "Western Wall". As Chen Ling killed more and more characters, a ball of blood seemed to surge around him. Black clouds, gloomy and terrifying!

"well……"

At this moment, a sigh sounded from nothingness.

In today's "Guernica", all the characters have been slaughtered by Chen Ling, and the 8 of Plum Blossoms has fallen into a coma again. This sudden sigh is like a flash of lightning in the dark night, extremely clear.

Chen Ling, surrounded by black clouds, frowned unconsciously.

"……who?"

Chen Ling glanced at Western Zhou, but did not see anyone. The eyes of the "audience" behind him seemed to have noticed something, and they locked on a certain position at the same time.

In the dark void, a curtain of drama was slowly opened.

“I see the sky crying”…”

A figure in a robe stood behind the curtain of the void. He did not step out, but looked like an actor standing on the stage, with one hand behind his back, and the melodious ballad echoed in the void.

When this ballad sounded, Chen Ling's body shook violently!

“I hear your voice”;”

“I smell the longing blooming in the thorns”;”

“I am coming from the direction of the sunset”…”

When the western ballad came out, the rolling black clouds surrounding Chen Ling suddenly stagnated, and the resentment and unwillingness that had been gloomy for thousands of years seemed to be blown away by the scorching sun. The first shot of ice and snow melted and dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Secret Method of Drama - [Requiem].

The melodious ballad seemed to contain some gentle and powerful power, washing away the resentment around Chen Ling. The song hit the "west wall" and was reflected and bounced away, but a part of it still quietly flowed into Chen Ling's ears.

Chen Ling was stunned.

The burning "audience" red light in his pupils was gradually suppressed by this gentle ballad, and his facial features, which were originally blurring, also stopped changing at this moment.

He stared blankly at the familiar robe above the empty curtain, and murmured:

"Master... Master?"