I'm not a theatre god

The door creaked slowly.

Dressed in red, she walked out of the deserted courtyard alone...

Even though grandma tried her best to persuade him to stay, Chen Ling did not stop at Li Qingshan's house, nor did he go into the house to rest and wait for Li Qingshan to come back... He knew very well what was going on in the main city of Hongchen. Since Li Qingshan chose to go back, it would not be so easy for him to come out;

Or, never come out.

Chen Ling frowned. He didn't understand that Li Qingshan was obviously only at the second level. Any enemy of the Witchcraft Association he met on the road could kill him... What was the point of taking such a big risk to go back? Can he, as a second-level person, change the entire battle situation in the world of mortals? ?

Li Qingshan left, Kong Baosheng probably returned to the main city, and Huang Xuyue has not come yet... In the entire Jinghong Tower, except for himself, no one else chose to take refuge in Liu Town.

The drizzle of rain hit Chen Ling's shoulders. As soon as he walked out of the door, he seemed to notice something and turned his head to look beside him.

I saw a figure peeking out furtively near the door of Li Qingshan's house, as if eavesdropping. Suddenly he saw himself coming out. The two looked at each other, feeling a little embarrassed...

"Spade, what are you doing here?" Chen Ling asked in a deep voice.

"Oh... what am I..." Jian Changsheng scratched his head and pretended to look around, "I was looking for the toilet, but couldn't find it... I somehow got lost and ended up here."

"..."

Chen Ling narrowed her eyes slightly, "Are you following me?"

"I'm not, I didn't..." Jian Changsheng found that he couldn't argue any more, so he simply gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, I'm just following you, what? Do you want to fight with me?

The matter of you killing me before is not over yet. I couldn't beat you the first two times, and you may not be able to beat me this time! "

Faced with Jian Changsheng's provocation, Chen Ling had no interest in wasting time with him, and walked directly through the rain curtain towards the people in the Dusk Society.

Jian Changsheng followed him closely, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke cautiously:

"I just heard that your showman has returned to the main city?"

"……right."

"Aren't you going to help him?"

"Why should I go?" Chen Ling felt an unknown fire in her heart and frowned, "I told them before that Liu Town was the safest place, but they didn't come on their own and decided to go back to die! I don't understand what they are doing. "

"Actually, it's not that difficult to understand, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"They are people from the world of mortals. They grew up here. Is there anything wrong with them wanting to protect their home?" Jian Changsheng spread his hands and hit the nail on the head.

Chen Ling was startled for a moment.

"No...but they obviously can't change anything...there's no point in it? How can this be right..."

When Jian Changsheng heard this, his expression gradually became serious, and he slowly stopped:

"Red heart... no, Chen Ling. Actually, I wanted to say it before. Ever since that crappy painting came out, something has become very wrong with you."

The red opera robe also stopped and looked at him with a frown.

"Although you were cold-hearted before, you were not ruthless." Jian Changsheng said slowly, "When you were in the Aurora Realm before, you would be angry because you saw people freezing to death, and you would be angry because you saw people freezing to death. If you are not used to the high price of coal and go after Yan Sheng, you will turn back and rush into the wave of disaster to save Han Meng... You still exude the brilliance of humanity.

But now... I only see absolute indifference and disgusting 'meaninglessness' in you.

If everything is meaningless according to what you said, then isn't everything you do in the Aurora Realm also meaningless? Han Meng, Wen Shilin, and your brother, do you want to deny their existence as well? ! "

Chen Ling froze on the spot.

Jian Changsheng walked forward step by step, his eyes almost touching Chen Ling's face. Questions and anger flashed in his eyes.

"To be honest, I don't know where to start. I feel that your face is very strange... Your facial features are getting blurry in my eyes, losing the features that originally belonged to you little by little, and turning into... I don't know what it is." something...

You seem to be no longer the Chen Ling I know. "

Face……

Chen Ling's pupils shrank slightly.

He subconsciously took half a step back, as if he remembered something, and quickly walked to the edge of the river aside, looking down at the water.

Chen Ling is very familiar with this position and movement;

The first time he came to the world of mortals, when he was contaminated by the clown's white ash and lost all his skills, Chen Ling was also here to "look at his face"... Unexpectedly, after such a long time, he would shine on the water here again.

But the psychological impact this time brought to Chen Ling was far more intense than the first clown!

The big red opera robe stood beside the withered willow branches. He stared blankly at his reflection in the river... It was a blurry face, not because the water surface was shaking or because the water was turbid.

But his face was really blurry.

The originally straight bridge of the nose, the corners of the eyes like willow leaves, the fine spots on the cheeks... everything has disappeared. The face that originally belonged to "Chen Ling" is losing its recognition, and even gradually flattened, turning into a face with no memory points. A mass-produced face like a template!

Chen Ling stared and rubbed the unfamiliar face with both hands. The touch of the skin and facial features were very familiar to Chen Ling. They were exactly the same as before. But for some reason, in his and other people's eyes, his face was blurry. Already...

Chen Ling grabbed her chin with her fingertips and tore it apart with all her strength!

A face is floating in the air,

In the reflection on the water, there was still a blurry face.

"How could this happen... How could this happen?" Chen Ling muttered to himself.

He kept changing his face, one face after another flying over the river, but without exception, all the faces were blurred and featureless... It was like... It was like there was a layer of mysterious veil blocking him from the world.

He was alienating himself from the world,

He was changing from "Chen Ling" who was in the world to "audience" who was alone outside the world.

Is it a side effect of the "Guernica" incident? Is it the result of him being too involved in the "audience" and gradually losing empathy? Is it the fourth wall that is gradually becoming stronger, cutting off his connection with the world? !

At this moment, the reminder from the master that he had ignored suddenly echoed in Chen Ling's ears!

"No matter what the scene is, you are not an audience, but a real 'person'."

"Your existence is defined by yourself. If even you abandon the characteristics of being a 'person', no one can save you..."

Chen Ling's hand that kept tearing off his face suddenly froze in the air.

He lowered his head stiffly, looking at the blurry reflection of his face in the water, and muttered to himself:

"Am I...giving up the characteristics of a 'human'?"