I'm not a theatre god

He was talking to the Shinto Star of Wushendao? ?

He also got the knowledge instilled by Wushendao in his dream?

This strange ritual... is the self-rescue method taught to him by Wushendao?

In just a few words, Chen Ling got a lot of information. He had previously gone back several times and thought that he had sorted out everything that happened on that rainy night, but the appearance of Chen Ling in District 3 overturned his idea... What he saw from his own and Chen Yan's perspective may be just the tip of the iceberg that night.

Damn, what happened on that rainy night?

In the snow, the cotton-padded boy picked up the skeleton cross, put it on his chest, and slowly closed his eyes...

Black blood flowed out of his seven orifices, dripping on the black formation under him, and the mixed Wushendao aura spread along the formation lines, connecting it into a chaotic mass like pollution, looking down from the sky like meaningless graffiti.

At the same time, an inexplicable breath locked here from a distant world!

The cotton-padded boy took a deep breath and uttered an unclear spell.

Even Chen Ling, who was close at hand, could not hear what he was saying. What came out of his mouth at this moment seemed not to be human language, but the roar of some ancient beast. As the spell sounded, the surrounding formation did not change at all, only the broken snow was still drifting.

The cotton-padded boy recited the spell for nearly three minutes before stopping.

His pale joints subconsciously clenched the cross, and he murmured in human language:

"I pray to the mysterious existence on the other side of fate... Whether it is a god or a devil, I hope you can bring down a miracle, protect me and my brother, turn danger into safety, and stay with each other forever...

I will always be grateful for your blessing."

After the voice fell, the hill fell into a dead silence.

After dozens of seconds, the cotton-padded boy slowly opened his eyes. He saw the formation on the ground without any change. He was startled at first, and then a flush rose on his cheeks again, and the whole person leaned over and coughed violently!

Black blood kept splattering on the ground, like a shocking purgatory dragging the boy into it bit by bit. He took out a piece of glass from his arms with difficulty and looked at himself. The face in the reflection became paler and withered.

Nothing happened, and his condition was even worse.

The cotton-padded boy knelt down in the sobbing snow and wind, and was silent for a long time before he laughed at himself...

"I should have thought of it earlier... It's just an inexplicable dream."

He stood up shakily, threw away all the items in the formation, and crushed the formation on the snow as if to vent his anger. His eyes were full of bitterness and despair.

He sighed, followed the way he came, lowered his head and disappeared step by step at the end of the horizon...

The fluttering snowflakes were still falling;

The black lines that were scattered on the snow like graffiti melted into liquid and seeped down little by little, and finally disappeared deep into the earth.

...

The picture was frozen at this moment.

Then, Chen Ling felt that the surrounding environment suddenly broke, leaving only water-like lines rippling in the darkness, and a pair of purple eyes opened from the nothingness opposite him like a dream reflection...

"...It's you?" Chen Ling saw the other self wearing a cotton coat in the reflection of the water waves, and his brows were getting tighter and tighter, "You showed me your memory?"

"I said, we are one now...That memory has always been sealed in your confusion, but you didn't find it."

"What happened later? Is that memory also in my confusion?"

"Yes."

"How can I see it?"

"I don't know...But when you see everything clearly, you may no longer be confused in your heart."

Chen Ling and District 3 Chen Ling, as if separated by a layer of sparkling lake, the two people's clothes and temperament are different, but at this moment they are like the reflection of a mirror, symmetrical on both sides.

Chen Ling thought for a moment and spoke again:

"I haven't seen you since the last time I used the True Self Mirror... Why did you suddenly appear again?"

"It was the master who activated the Sacrifice Land and awakened this fragment of my soul. He wanted me to help you return to the stage."

"So... will you help me?"

Chen Ling from District 3 looked at Chen Ling behind the reflection, his eyes full of complexity.

"In a sense, you were summoned by me using the descent ritual... Although everything went against the original expectations, at least Ah Yan and I both "survived" that disaster.

You were very good to Ah Yan, letting your consciousness take control of his body, at least better than the madman now."

Seeing this, Chen Ling sighed in his heart.

He could see the helplessness in Chen Ling from District 3's eyes, and he also knew where this helplessness came from...At the beginning, Chen Ling from District 3 performed that ritual to restore his health and live a peaceful life with Chen Yan, but he didn't expect that he would end up attracting himself, an "outsider".

He occupied Chen Yan's body, merged with Chen Ling's soul, and took away everything that originally belonged to them. However, after merging with himself, District 3 Chen Ling was completely helpless... because he and himself had already become one. Let's not talk about whether he has the ability to drive himself away. If he really did so, not only would Chen Yan's body become a walking corpse, but his own soul would also cease to exist.

But then again, the miserable end of the brothers was not caused by the ritual... or rather, it was the ritual, and his own travel through time, that redeemed them from the hopeless grave.

If they didn't have themselves, they would eventually have all their organs dug out, and then die together silently.

Chen Ling was silent for a long time, took the initiative to reach out to the layer of water ripples, and spoke seriously:

"... Thank you for your recognition."

District 3 Chen Ling looked at Chen Ling deeply, and also stretched out his hand,

"Although I don't know what you are now, but... Fortunately, I have you."

The palms of the two Chen Lings passed through the ripples and held together in the darkness.

The next moment, the water ripples trembled violently!

"The place of divine sacrifice is the source of all "sacrifices". As long as I establish a connection with this place, I can reproduce the ritual of descending the gods without borrowing any sacrifices or rituals... Although the cost of doing so is extremely high, I will definitely let you come to the stage again."

As soon as the voice fell, District 3 Chen Ling's figure disappeared in front of Chen Ling with the rippling water...

His surroundings fell into darkness again.

But the next moment, a brilliant purple light rolled in from the void like a tide!

...

Boom--! !

As the depths of "Chen Ling's" eyes were tinged with a very light purple, a hint of the aura of witchcraft began to emanate from him!