I'm not a theatre god

Ding——

Ding——Ding——Ding！ ！

The pale spotlight lit up in a series of dull sounds, and the beam of light was like a sword falling from the sky, piercing the darkness and illuminating a corner of the dead stage...

In the center of the stage, a red robe that looked like a corpse remained motionless.

At this time,

outside the narrow halo,

shadow-like hands silently stretched out from under the stage. They were like soft and boneless water snakes, grabbing the hem of the red robe and dragging it to the darkness under the stage little by little...

Rustle——

The red robe was dragged from the center of the stage to the edge by these hands, and the hem rubbed against the old floor, making a slight sound... But even so, the figure still did not wake up.

His breath had long been as weak as a gossamer, his face under the spotlight was as pale as paper, and his eyes were tightly closed, as if he was having a terrible nightmare.

And next to the path where he was dragged, the display screen was still flashing!

[Current Expectation Value: 5%]

[Warning! Warning! ]

[The audience began to intervene in the performance! ]

Many shadow hands, like countless resentful demons from the abyss, poured out from under the stage. As Chen Ling's body kept approaching, their number increased...

With the light from the edge of the spotlight, it was barely possible to see that these shadows were stepping on each other's shoulders and climbing onto the stage like a tide!

Dragged by these hands, Chen Ling's body was suspended from the edge of the stage, his hands, forearms, shoulders, torso...

Finally, he flipped over and fell under the stage.

The moment he fell, the darkness under the stage seemed to boil. Countless black shadows crowded together crazily, as if they were snatching something. Pairs of scarlet eyes were like a sea of ​​maggots that made people's scalps numb, surging endlessly!

The bright red robe disappeared into the shadows, and Chen Ling's skin color continued to darken, like the night spreading... Not only that, even his facial features were visibly blurred and faded. In just a dozen seconds, he completely turned into a shadow like the other audience members, lost in the audience.

At the same time,

an "audience member" put on a bright red robe, struggled to crawl out from countless shadows, stepped on his companions' bodies, and crawled towards the stage little by little!

Finally, its fingertips clasped the edge of the stage, and with all its strength, it supported its body to rise...

Then it rolled awkwardly onto the old wooden board.

He stepped onto the stage!

With a dull turning sound, the light gathered rapidly on the stage, and his figure finally appeared under the spotlight... The ferocious scarlet corners of his mouth unconsciously raised, he stood up shakily, and opened his arms...

The bright red robe fluttered on the stage, and he stood between the spotlights, as if announcing to the world that he was the new owner of this stage!

...

Gray world.

Several figures slowly stopped at the edge of the broken wilderness.

Under the lead-gray clouds, the originally boundless wilderness has been shattered... Countless skeletons are floating from the ground to the sky. They are all disasters that were once active in this area, from the second and third levels to the seventh and even eighth levels. At a glance, there are hundreds of them, covering the entire sky in black.

In addition, the earth is like a toy that has been wantonly ravaged. Hundreds of hideous gullies are located on it, and the mountains and underground rocks are suspended in the air. Some have turned into thin scarlet paper, and some seem to be alive, strangely growing legs, wings, eyes... floating aimlessly in the air.

"This... is this the Sighing Wilderness?" The last corner said in disbelief, "It's too abstract..."

"A world-destroying battle is no joke." Senior Brother Ning Ruyu answered seriously,

"Xi Zai tried to pull Chao Zai back to his home field, which can indeed suppress Chao Zai's power to the maximum extent... but at the same time, it also has to pay a price."

"So who won in the end?"

"This... you have to ask the master."

The four of them turned their heads at the same time and looked at the young man in the costume sitting casually on the stone.

The master glanced at the direction of the Sighing Wilderness and answered slowly: "Of course, Lao Liu won."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"However, Xi Zai has the home advantage after all. Although he was defeated, he didn't die... Chao Zai was also injured. Calculating the time, it is estimated that he will soon come out from inside."

"Master, the little junior brother released Chao Zai, so will he be the one who comes back in the end?" Ning Ruyu asked the question that all the brothers and sisters were most concerned about.

The master chuckled.

"Master promised Lao Liu that no matter what happens, we will solve it for him." Master said lightly, "The word has been spread. Even if it's not him who comes back this time... it has to be him."

As soon as this sentence came out, many brothers and sisters immediately felt relieved.

They looked at each other and wanted to say something, but the master who was resting on the stone waved his hand and said:

"Okay, you guys go back quickly... That guy will come out soon. If you stay, you will not only be unable to help, but also be in danger. Let's go, let's go."

"Understood, we'll leave now."

"Then I'll leave the little brother to the master... If he comes back, remember to remind him to report his safety to Xidao Ancient Tibetan."

Ning Ruyu, Luan Mei, Wen Renyou, and Mo Jiao saluted the master at the same time, and without any hesitation, they turned into four streams of light and rushed towards the direction of Xidao Ancient Tibetan.

After they left, the air fell into dead silence.

The smile on the master's mouth, lying on the stone, gradually faded, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness and solemnity... He stood up and looked into the depths of the Sighing Wilderness, as if he was ready for battle.

"... Hmm?"

At this moment, he seemed to sense something, and his expression was a little strange.

The master raised his hand and grabbed in the void, and a curtain was pushed aside by him. After he fumbled for a moment, a figure crossed hundreds of miles of space and was directly dragged out of the void curtain.

It was a young man covered in wounds, and the ancient killing aura of the God of War was dissipating from him, but at this time he was already weak and his walking was a little unstable.

Seeing this figure, the master couldn't help but sigh:

"They are fighting, why do you have to come and join in the fun? They have all recovered to the ninth level, what about you? You have nothing to do..."

The master swung his palm and chopped directly at Jian Changsheng's neck. At this time, Jian Changsheng, whose eyes were dark, reacted very quickly and subconsciously wanted to fight back, but perhaps because he was seriously injured, his speed was still a little slow...

As the master's palm hit him, the power of Xishendao rushed into his body, and the latter's eyes rolled over and fainted on the spot.

After doing all this, the master raised his head again and looked forward...

His brows were slightly wrinkled.

At the end of the fragmented horizon, a figure holding a big red paper umbrella was walking slowly towards here;