I'm not a theatre god

"Oh... when will you be back?"

"Maybe in the afternoon, come back for dinner."

"Okay."

After saying that, Chen Ling looked at Chen Yan deeply, turned around and pushed the door to leave.

The old wooden door creaked, and Chen Ling subconsciously stopped when he passed a small mirror on the wall... Chen Ling looked at Chen Ling in the mirror, and saw the haggard and pale face, and he felt mixed emotions.

At such a close distance, Chen Ling could see all the details of the face... It was a gray face, as if it was emitting pain and suffering from the inside out. Although Chen Ling could not read faces, anyone who saw this face could see that his life was about to end. This is the face of a dying person.

Congenital heart disease... can it torture people to this extent?

Chen Ling in District 3 saw his own appearance at this moment, and his eyes were inevitably shaken, but after a long silence, a firm look still appeared in his eyes.

He wrapped his worn cotton coat tightly and stepped out of the door. The scattered snowflakes were wrapped in the cold wind and brushed across his face, instantly freezing his pale face red...

It was around five o'clock at this time. It was still dark. The boy stood alone in the wind and snow under the dark night sky, and his breath condensed into white mist.

He took a deep breath and walked forward along the street with his head down. His footprints extended to the end of the street...

Sha-Sha...

Before he walked too far, a melodious opera voice came from the house behind him, echoing in the dim broken snow.

"The ice wheel on the island is turning for the first time ~ I see the Jade Rabbit, and the Jade Rabbit rises in the east again. The ice wheel leaves the island, the world is particularly bright, the bright moon is in the sky, just like Chang'e leaving the Moon Palace, I am like Chang'e leaving the Moon Palace..."

The boy in the cotton coat stopped in the snow and looked back.

"This kid..."

After a while, he smiled helplessly and continued to walk towards District 2.

By the time they crossed Frost Street, Chen Yan's voice could no longer be heard. District 3 Chen Ling held a kerosene lamp and walked straight forward along the road. The dim light and shadow tore a corner of the night...

At this moment, his face suddenly flushed unhealthily, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

In the violent cough, blood flowed wildly from his fingertips and splashed on the pale snowfield.

But the strange thing is that this blood is not red, but black, and a strange breath drifts out from it. Even Chen Ling, who is possessed by him at this moment, frowned instantly!

No...

Even if it is a congenital heart disease, it will not change the color of the blood, right?

And Chen Ling actually felt a very familiar breath in the blood...Thinking carefully, Chen Ling's pupils suddenly contracted.

He remembered that before he was about to embark on the twisted God of Drama, three God of Dao stars had extended olive branches to him, the black God of War, the red God of Drama, and a purple star... At that time, Chen Ling didn't know what the purple star represented, but later when he came into contact with the Witchcraft Association in the Red Dust Realm, he realized that it was the God of Dao star representing the God of Witch.

If his God of War talent came from himself, and his God of Drama talent came from Chen Ling, then where did the God of Witch star that lit up in the sky come from?

"... Is it you?"

Chen Ling looked at the cotton-padded boy vomiting blood in the snow, and muttered to himself, "I was chosen by the God of Witch... because of you?"

No wonder when he escaped from the True Self Mirror last time, a burst of purple light burst out from Chen Ling in District 3. Thinking carefully, it might be related to the God of Witch!

But Chen Ling didn't understand. Even if Chen Ling from District 3 had been favored by Wushendao, it wouldn't be that his blood was filled with the aura of Wushendao...

When Chen Ling was confused, the boy in cotton clothes slowly stood up from the black pool of blood. After wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face became paler in the wind and snow.

He took a deep breath, dragged his heavy body, and walked slowly forward.

Chen Ling remembered the road from District 3 to District 2. This road was long and steep. It was difficult to walk even on a sunny day, let alone on a snowy day before dawn. Moreover, Chen Ling from District 3 was in such a bad physical condition...

Just when Chen Ling was worried about whether he could reach the destination, the boy in cotton clothes changed direction and came to a small and inconspicuous hill.

He circled the hill with ease and finally came to a bare tree trunk. After looking around, he slowly dug in the snow with his hands...

"This is..."

Chen Ling was suddenly stunned when he saw this familiar place.

Although it was covered by snow at the moment, Chen Ling could still recognize it at a glance. This was the place where he and Chen Yan were buried after they were killed!

The cold wind was sobbing, and the snow was falling;

The young man in the old cotton-padded clothes dug through the thick snow with his hands.

Under the wooden board was a small storage pit.

As Chen Ling from District 3 coughed, he took out the things one by one. A dazzling array of items were placed on the snow... a black hen that had been dead for an unknown period of time, a broken branch of unknown material, a container of a mysterious liquid with a foul odor, a cross tied with unknown bones, and a large bag of countless animal hearts...

Perhaps because they were always buried under the snow, these things had been frozen, not rotten, and there was no strong smell, and they were well preserved.

After doing all this, Chen Ling from District 3 rested for a long time before getting up again, unplugging the container of the mysterious liquid, and pouring it out bit by bit on the snow.

These liquids were soaked on the snow, as black as ink, and intertwined into some mysterious and complex circular patterns. Chen Ling in District 3 was very careful, and every drop fell precisely where he expected. About three minutes later, a black formation with a radius of more than four meters appeared completely on the snow.

Then, he began to place the branches, hens, crosses, and a large number of animal hearts in the corresponding positions of the formation... like a strange and simple sacrificial ceremony.

The young man in cotton clothes stood in the center of the formation and slowly raised his head. Under the dim sky with flying snow, a purple star was looming.

"I believe you once..."

"If this ghost thing really works, I am willing to dedicate everything to you... If the ceremony ends and my illness has not shown any signs of recovery, those dreams will be just dreams after all... I will no longer believe in any witches, nor will I accept the things you instilled."

"My parents said that they contacted a famous doctor in District 2 who can replace my heart... Even if I fail this time, I still have at least one chance to survive."

The murmur of Chen Ling in District 3 sounded.

Hearing these words, Chen Ling, who was attached to him, was filled with doubts.