I'm not a theatre god

Under the spotlight, the face attached to the shadow was incomplete.

Although it was the same face of Chen Ling, at this moment, the two had two completely different temperaments at such a close distance... The incomplete face was full of hostility and rage, like a poor imitation thrown into the trash can.

Chen Ling looked at him calmly and spoke slowly:

"Because, I am me."

His fist was raised high under the spotlight...

Then he smashed it with all his strength!

Bang--! !

Another muffled sound,

The incomplete face disappeared completely, replaced by a dark shadow without any facial features, its head hit the floor heavily, and fainted on the spot.

Black blood stained Chen Ling's fist, he slowly stood up, a pair of apricot eyes calmly looking down at the unconscious shadow...

On this stage, he was the only one who stood to the end.

Chen Ling raised his hand to pull up the shadow, took off the red robe on his body, and then threw it off the stage with force.

As the shadow fell back under the stage, the shadow arms of the "audience" stretched out from the darkness like a tide, grabbed the unconscious shadow, dragged it into the audience, and disappeared...

Just like they dragged Chen Ling away at that time.

In the center of the stage, Chen Ling put on the red robe meticulously. He adjusted his collar and hair, stood under the spotlight, and slowly swept his eyes across the wriggling dark audience, as if he had been reborn.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, one hand behind his back, and the other hand elegantly placed under his chest, and bowed slightly to the stage:

"Good show... Start."

...

The edge of the forbidden sea.

The big red paper umbrella stopped turning on the sandy beach, and the violent breath was like a flame, burning in the gray world.

A shadow struggled back and forth like crazy in the sea of ​​fire, and finally fell into silence... It lay quietly in the ruins, like a corpse.

The curtain was pulled open from the void, and a young man in a costume carrying an unconscious young man gently landed on the gravel beach. As the young man groaned in pain, he vomited violently.

The master made a disdainful sound, threw it aside, and walked straight towards the black shadow in the sea of ​​fire.

The master did not seem surprised by "Chen Ling's" coma. He squatted in front of the black shadow and slowly stretched out a palm towards Chen Ling's chest...

...

Dong-dong-dong!

On the stage of the theater, Chen Ling hit the curtain heavily several times, but only made a dull sound of knocking on steel.

Chen Ling's expression was somewhat helpless.

With the help of Chen Ling in District 3, although he successfully descended back to the stage and regained his own role...but this was just a return to the starting point.

Every time Chen Ling released the "audience" and wanted to return to his own body, he would be blocked by the curtain. When the expectation value was above 17%, the curtain was like mud, but Chen Ling could pass through it as long as he exerted force;

When the expectation value was 15%, the curtain gradually hardened into a wall. Although it was extremely difficult to pass through, it was not impossible. This expectation value was the limit of Chen Ling's self-control at present;

When the expectation value was 13%, he could not pass through the curtain by himself. Last time in Beidou Manor, he was able to escape with the help of the end corner.

But this time when he released the "audience", the lowest expectation value was only 5%. This curtain was like steel. No matter how hard Chen Ling tried, he could not leave any mark on it...

Just when Chen Ling was thinking about how to pass through this curtain, a palm suddenly seemed to cross time and space and dimensions, and silently stretched out from behind the curtain.

The moment he saw this hand, Chen Ling was stunned.

It was a young boy's hand, with long knuckles and fair skin. It slowly spread out in front of Chen Ling, and a line of small words written on the palm appeared in front of Chen Ling:

——【Hold tight for the master】.

Chen Ling's pupils shrank slightly.

"... Master?" Chen Ling's eyes were full of astonishment!

You know, this is a theater, the deepest part of his mind, and the place where the [Mockery] disaster is sealed. Since Chen Ling first woke up here, no one except him has been able to reach here... even if it's just a palm.

Seeing this scene, Chen Ling's eyes flickered, and countless thoughts surged in his mind;

But he didn't hesitate for too long, and stretched out his hand and tightly grasped the boy's palm!

The next moment, an indescribable force was released from the other end of the palm, and the terrifying aura of the God of Drama seemed to be able to penetrate all time, space and dimensions, and forcibly pulled Chen Ling's body into the hard curtain!

Dense cracks began to spread on the surface of the curtain. At the same time, Chen Ling was returning to his body little by little...

...

At the edge of the forbidden sea,

the originally surging aura of destruction was gradually dissipating...and another aura of the demigod-level aura of the God of Drama burst out from the deep pit!

The earth trembled because of the master's breath, and countless afterimages of "stories" flashed wildly in the void. As the master pushed the breath to the extreme, the time and space here became unstable.

While vomiting, Jian Changsheng saw the gravel under him, which turned into glass beads, sand, countless glass jewels, and infinite gems containing terrifying energy...

He rubbed his eyes hard and couldn't help but say:

"It's broken, my brain is broken!"

A young man in a theatrical robe slowly stood up from the deep pit. His palm seemed to be pulling something, breaking out of the shadowy body bit by bit...

Roar——!!!

At the same time,

At the end of the surging frozen sea, a huge shadow like a mountain range slowly emerged...

The entire Forbidden Sea has been angered by the [Mockery] disaster. The taboo disaster that has been crawling in the deep sea for countless years has reappeared in the world.

Under the anger of the king of the Forbidden Sea, countless disasters began to jump out from under the sea, like a surging black wave, rolling towards this sandy beach!

"Red, red, red...Senior Red King!!" Jian Changsheng finally came to his senses, and his face turned pale under the impact of the world-destroying aura.

Kacha——

With a slight sound, a gap appeared in the shadowy body.

A palm was dragged by the master and forcibly pulled out of the body, then the arm, the shoulder... The master, who was using all his strength to try to pull Chen Ling out, frowned and turned back to look behind him!

He frowned, as if he was extremely annoyed at the disaster that disturbed him at the critical moment. The time and space and dimensions around him were madly intertwined.

The next moment, a piece of skin fell from the master's cheek, and he turned from a teenager to an adult. Then, facing the raging forbidden sea, he slowly opened his mouth...

A loud sound like thunder burst out from the tip of his tongue!

"——Get out!!!!"