I'm not a theatre god

The "human" figure was struggling wildly on the spot, but the four white paper shackles seemed to be getting tighter and tighter...

It glared at the master angrily, and then its body changed visibly to the naked eye. The surface of the dark shadow began to glow with the luster of its skin, and its scarlet eyes faded and disappeared, replaced by three-dimensional human facial features...

That’s Chen Ling’s face!

"Master..." It seemed that his vocal cords had not been completely repaired, and his voice was a little unclear.

In just a few seconds, the original "human" figure had disappeared, but Chen Ling, who was wearing a red opera robe, was wearing four white paper shackles, standing blankly on the ravine ground, looking around.

"Master!" He looked at him with confusion in his eyes, "Master...where is this place? Why am I here?"

"What is this in my hand?"

The master watched this scene quietly, his eyes getting colder and colder;

"Master...these pieces of paper are strangling me so much. How can I loosen them a little?"

"Stop pretending." The master said solemnly, "You are not my apprentice...who are you?"

"What are you talking about, master, I am Chen Ling, I am Lao Liu!"

"You are not him."

"I'm really Chen Ling! Master, please help me... These pieces of paper are making me feel so uncomfortable. I feel like I can't breathe... Where is Senior Brother? If you don't help me, I'll go find the big brother." Brother, help me!”

The veins on "Chen Ling's" neck popped out, and her whole face turned purple, as if she really couldn't breathe.

Seeing his master's expressionless face, he glared at him aggrievedly, turned around and wanted to go elsewhere, but after taking two steps, he grabbed his neck as if he was suffocating, and after a violent struggle, he fell to the ground... …

The master remained unmoved and just watched quietly.

one second,

two seconds,

Three seconds...

"Damn it!! You really didn't save me!!"

"Chen Ling" suddenly jumped up from the ground, pointed at the master and yelled, "You old thing!! Untie this thing for me! Otherwise I will slap myself, I slap... I slap... "

Bang bang bang——

"Chen Ling" hit her left and right, each blow with such force that she even knocked out a few of her own teeth, and her face instantly swelled.

A breeze blew in front of him, and the master's palms strangled his neck like lightning, lifting his whole body into the air like a chicken. The master's face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip from his face!

"Who...are you??"

"I am Chen Ling!" The figure wearing a red opera robe shouted, "I am Chen Ling! Whoever stands on this stage! Who is Chen Ling!!!"

When the master saw this, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

He let go of "Chen Ling's" neck.

"Chen Ling", who was wearing white paper shackles, fell to the ground with a thud. He struggled to get up and ran away.

The master watched this scene with cold eyes, and did not make a move to stop it, but turned around calmly... He touched his palm in his arms, and a simple black cart flew out of the disc and landed on the ground with a clang.

The master slowly raised his hand and threw Jian Changsheng up like a dead fish.

at the same time,

"Chen Ling" wore white shackles and gritted her teeth and walked back.

"What? You're not running away?" the master said calmly.

"Chen Ling" just looked at him so viciously without saying a word.

The white shackles on his body were transformed from the tablet of [Unknown Actor], and only the master in the world could untie them... No matter how hard he ran, he could not get rid of this thing.

"What do you want?"

"I want my apprentice."

"I can also be your apprentice. I am exactly the same as him. I can do everything he can do... No, I am him and he is me." "Chen Ling" took a deep breath and spoke in a tone of voice. Full of sincerity,

"As long as you are willing, I can kneel down and kowtow to become my master now. I promise to treat you like a father. The other brothers and sisters are also my relatives. No matter what you need me to do in the future, I can help you at any time..."

"No need." The master replied coldly with three words.

"..."

The respect and sincerity on "Chen Ling's" face disappeared, and he cursed furiously,

"You are so shameless, do you think you are really awesome? If it weren't for these broken tablets, you would have been killed by us eight hundred times!"

"Also, I just wanted to say it when I watched the show before. You are an old guy, and you are still acting like a child. Why are you pretending to be young?!"

Faced with these malicious verbal attacks, the master's expression did not seem to change much. After thinking for a moment, he replied lightly:

"Let's do this... you go to a place with me, and after you go there, I will unshackle you and give you your freedom."

The yelling of "Chen Ling" stopped abruptly.

"...Are you serious?"

"I swear in the name of Xi Shen Dao."

As the master solemnly made the oath, something seemed to respond. When "Chen Ling" saw this scene, her expression finally softened.

"Where are you going?"

"It's in the gray world. You'll know it when you go there."

"...What are you planning?"

"Are you afraid? Are there any places in this gray world that you don't dare to go?"

"There is no place in the world that I dare not go to." "Chen Ling" sneered, "What kind of territory of world-destroying disasters, what kind of realm of the nine human kings, what kind of ancient treasures of Shinto... are just a bunch of native chickens. Just a dog."

"Is this the confidence of being an 'audience'?"

"Hehe."

"Chen Ling" sneered and did not comment.

The master raised his hand and pointed at the simple cart carrying Jian Changsheng, "Go, drag him along."

"Why is this idiot here?"

The master:...

"And why do you want me to push it? Are you taking advantage of your seniority?" "Chen Ling" looked at the master viciously, not hiding his malice at all.

"Do you still want me to remove the shackles?"

"..."

"Chen Ling" snorted coldly, swallowed his anger, walked to the front of the cart in a depressed mood, grabbed the handle, and walked away roughly.

Clang-clang--

The cart passed through the uneven ground without slowing down at all, and directly bumped the unconscious Jian Changsheng on it like cooking, hitting his head and buttocks, and soon his nose and face were swollen.

Seeing this, the master did not say anything more, but walked straight to a certain direction in the gray world...

"Chen Ling" dragged the cart and followed him coldly. Four white paper shackles locked his strength. He murmured softly, as if cursing something secretly;

Clang-clang-clang-

On the cart, Jian Changsheng, who had been tossed up and down by the bumps, opened his eyelids in confusion...

"Damn... Am I reincarnated as stir-fried pork with peppers..."