I'm not a theatre god

Guernica.

Chen Ling looked at the miniature of the realm in his hand, his eyes narrowed slightly.

He seemed to have guessed something, and looked up at the relief gate pattern floating in the sky, and understood it in his heart.

"Is this the authority of this door..."

Plum Blossom 8 said that through this door, consciousness can descend to every corner of the Red Dust Realm, but this authority is only possessed by the second and third halls... and now Chen Ling has obtained the Dao Foundation fragment of Guernica, which is equivalent to holding the key, and naturally has a part of the authority.

Chen Ling's consciousness overlooked the entire realm, and only then did he truly understand how large the scope of the Red Dust Realm is.

Hundreds of small towns are dotted in the realm like stars, and the towns are connected by roads. Even though nearly half of the areas in the main city have become wastelands, with countless casualties, these towns are still quiet and peaceful, without the atmosphere of the coming war.

Surrounded by these small towns, the Red Dust City is like a giant, but now it is in ruins, with thick smoke rising from the ruins. There are almost no pedestrians on the road except for the members of Fu Sheng Hui and the police. Most of them are hiding at home and everyone is in danger... But Chen Ling's eyes can't penetrate the wall and can't see more specific situations.

Chen Ling thought that the Red Dust City was the center of the Red Dust Realm, and most of the residents in the realm thought so, but when Chen Ling looked down from this perspective, he found that this was not the case.

The location of the Red Dust City is indeed in the center compared to other towns, but if compared with this flower bud, it is slightly to the east... The real center of this flower is a seemingly inconspicuous town, the rhizome of the flower is connected to there, and below it is the green leaves where the Red Dust base is located.

"The heart of the Red Dust Realm is indeed Liu Town.

In fact, when Yang Muquan took Chen Ling from Liu Town to the "employee passage", Chen Ling had some guesses, but it was not until this moment that it was finally confirmed.

Chen Ling glanced and saw a trace of ink across the sky. It was a young man in white clothes, carrying an eight-foot ink pen on his back. His speed was no less than that of a supersonic aircraft. In a moment, he crossed half of the realm.

"What a strong breath! "Chen Ling was secretly shocked.

This was the first time Chen Ling had seen Lv Liangren. Unlike the mysterious temperament of the Second Hall, Lv Liangren did not hide his sharpness and domineering at all. The aura of the eighth level was like a tsunami that caused a landslide and cracked the earth, surging in the sky.

As soon as Chen Ling's eyes fell on him, Lv Liangren seemed to have noticed something, looked up at the sky, and seemed a little confused.

He found it?

Chen Ling was slightly shocked and immediately looked away.

Fortunately, Lv Liangren did not suspect anything, just thinking that the Second Hall was overlooking the overall situation, so he lowered his head and continued to fly forward... After all, who would have thought that besides him and the Second Hall, there was someone else who could use the authority of the relief gate?

Chen Ling looked down at the relief gate again. From a bird's-eye view, he wandered over the Red Dust Realm several times, but didn't find anything noteworthy. Just as he was about to withdraw his consciousness from it, he suddenly remembered something and looked at a street in the Red Dust Main City...

This street is the best preserved street in the process of the intersection of the Gray Realm. Under the sealed gray sky, a theater is still brightly lit.

Chen Ling looked down at the theater, but his eyes could not penetrate the roof. Seeing what happened inside, he couldn't help but sigh helplessly...

"If I could just pass through the relief door and move from here, it would be great.

After the voice fell, the small flower in Chen Ling's hand fluttered gently, and the power of authority poured into Chen Ling's palm, and a strange feeling surged into his heart.

"Huh..." Chen Ling felt this power and slowly closed his eyes.

He thought, and the next moment, his consciousness floating over the Red Dust Main City actually separated a small piece and fell down, like a wisp of Chen Ling's consciousness, floating down in the sobbing wind, and finally standing firm on the ground.

Chen Ling opened his eyes again and was standing on the street where Jinghong Tower was.

He looked down in surprise and saw that he was still wearing a bright red robe, but his body was translucent, like a soul without substance.

"Not only can the consciousness cover the entire realm, but also a part of the consciousness can be separated to walk in it... The crystallization of the first generation of Fushenghui Halls is really magical Chen Ling muttered to himself.

Chen Ling's body is still trapped in "Guernica", but after controlling the authority of the relief door, he can let the consciousness descend to any corner of the realm, but it is only consciousness. In this state, Chen Ling has no entity and cannot use any forbidden ruins, just like a ghost.

But this is enough for Chen Ling. He just wants to go back to Jinghong Tower again to see how Li Qingshan and the others are doing.

Chen Ling headed straight to Jinghong Tower. Go to the main door.

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Jinghong Building.

Tick-tick-tick-

The dripping rain rolled down the hollow roof of Jinghong Building, and finally fell into the wooden barrel that had been prepared on the stage, creating ripples.

The big red lanterns swayed slightly in the wind. Perhaps because of the wind and rain, the lanterns that could have illuminated the entire theater were now mostly dim, barely emitting a ray of light in the dead silence.

At this time, in Jinghong Building, there was only the sound of falling rain in silence.

Huang Suyue and Uncle Quan were still sitting in the audience chairs in front of the stage. They looked at the center of the theater lobby with complicated eyes...

In the open space of the theater lobby, the faint light of the lantern swayed slightly in the wind. A short boy was kneeling on the ground. In front of him was a figure wrapped in a white sheet.

"Baosheng..." Li Qingshan stood behind him, as if he wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know how to start.

Kong Baosheng seemed to be unable to hear his voice. He just knelt there blankly, like a lost sculpture. Only the remaining tear marks on his face remembered the hysterical crying just now.

Huang Suyue pursed her lips slightly, but still couldn't help standing up from the audience and walked to the boy and squatted down.

She spoke softly:

"Baosheng, lymphoma is a very painful and torturous disease...For these patients, death is also a kind of relief

"But...but when she passed away, she was obviously in pain. Kong Baosheng's pale face turned stiffly, and his dry lips were trembling, "Grandma...she was like being pulled out alive at that time, rolling on the ground in pain..."

Huang Suyue opened her mouth, not knowing how to comfort her for a moment. She looked at Kong Baosheng's almost collapsed eyes, and her heart was unconsciously twisted.