I'm not a theatre god

A burst of brisk music came from above the stage.

Chen Ling looked back and saw a table had appeared out of thin air under the spotlight, with a white paper placed neatly in the middle.

"Congratulations on completing the play: "The Stars Are Heading."

"The highest audience expectation for this play: 74%"

As the pages condensed in the void, Chen Ling raised his hand to catch them.

In terms of thickness, this play is thinner than the previous ones. After all, the time span is not long... Thanks to the gift from Jiangtian Sect, he greatly shortened the time to accumulate mental power.

Chen Ling was very relaxed and hoped that such things would happen more often.

"You get a designated lottery right."

"After using it, you can designate a certain character from all the characters in this play and randomly draw the other party's ability. The probability of drawing rare skills is related to the comprehensive audience expectations of this play."

It's time to make a choice again... Chen Ling picked up the pen and fell into deep thought.

The play was not long, but there were many characters. Although most of them were not of high rank, Chen Ling felt that it would be difficult to draw any high-level skills with the upper limit of 74% of the expected value this time.

After a little thought, Chen Ling decided on the target of this draw.

He quickly wrote two words on the paper:

——[Empty].

The other fourteen paths, no matter how rare or precious the paths were, were all regular after all, but the empty ghost path left a very deep impression on Chen Ling.

If you miss this empty path, it will be almost impossible to draw the skills of the ghost path next time.

As long as it is a skill of the ghost path, as long as it is a rare skill related to the soul, no matter how high or low the rank is, as long as Chen Ling draws it, it will be a profit...

The only thing he needs to pray is that he will not have bad luck and draw some useless life skills.

As the word empty fell, the cards were outlined from nothingness...

There were nine cards in total.

Two off-white cards, seven black cards;

The off-white ones are Kongwang's life skills, and the seven black cards must be the unique color matching of the Ghost and God Dao... Judging from the number of skills, Kongwang should have been a seventh-level card, but perhaps because he opened the Ghost Gate too many times, his level fell to the sixth level.

After the nine cards were turned upside down and replaced, Chen Ling prayed for a moment, and then chose one of them.

In his nervous eyes, a black card surface came into view:

[Skill: Soul Recall]

[Affiliation: Ghost and God Dao, Fifth Level]

[Character: Kongwang]

Seeing this scene, Chen Ling's eyes lit up!

The corners of Chen Ling's mouth rose slightly. This time his luck seemed to be very good. With only 74% of the upper limit of the expected value, he drew the fifth-level ability of the Ghost and God Dao.

He immediately accepted this new skill, and after digesting the information, the smile on his lips gradually froze...

This soul recalling technique is exactly what Kongwang uses to reproduce the skills of his soul in his previous life. Including the application of Fudi Li Shen Dao in that battle, and the field of Shu Shen Dao, all are achieved through this skill. In a sense, it is definitely one of Kongwang's core skills.

But the problem is that if you want to activate this skill, you must first "control the soul".

Before activating this skill, Kongwang first uses chains to capture the soul of the deceased, and can only activate it after establishing a connection with it... But Chen Ling doesn't know how to capture souls at all!

Let alone capturing souls, he can't even see souls with his naked eyes, let alone control them and activate soul recalling technique.

Good news, he drew the fifth-level skill of Guishen Dao;

Bad news, he doesn't have the first four-level skills.

It's like a hacker with superb skills who can hack into the world's most advanced network system... but he can't operate a mouse and keyboard, and can't even afford a decent computer.

Chen Ling's mood went through ups and downs, and his eyes were a little complicated, but there was no other way, so he could only exit the theater and return to reality.

At this time,

Sun Bumian was lying on the stone opposite him, yawning lazily; Jian Changsheng was also drooping his head beside a stone, as if he was dozing off.

An idea suddenly emerged in Chen Ling's mind. Instead of shouting for them to hurry up, he walked to the side alone and called softly:

"Yao."

"... Hmm?" A voice quickly responded in his heart.

"Give me your hand, I want to try something."

Yao was obviously stunned for a moment, not understanding what Chen Ling meant, but he still let the soul float out of Chen Ling's mind and gathered on his right hand... Chen Ling raised his left and right hands at the same time, silently activating the [Soul Recalling Technique] in his heart.

The palms of both hands were pressed together in front of his chest. From a distance, it seemed that Chen Ling was praying to something.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Chen Ling's eyes could not hide the disappointment.

Although he can talk to Yao and they are in the same body, they don't have such a close relationship as "controlling souls", so naturally they can't use [Recalling Souls]. It seems that his idea of ​​practicing both witchcraft and acting has been ruined for the time being...

Chen Ling was annoyed by the useless skill. He walked back to the stone and called Jian Changsheng and the others:

"Don't sleep, hurry up."

Jian Changsheng, who was sleepy, looked at Chen Ling with a dazed face as he left, scratched his head...

"Did you provoke him?" He turned to look at Sun Bumian.

Sun Bumian spread his hands,

"How dare I."

"...It seems normal for him to be moody...Forget it, he is the boss in the gray world, and you can't afford to provoke him. Let's go..."

The two of them stood up helplessly and continued to follow Chen Ling, fearing that they would be left too far behind and the disasters would come looking for them.

…

The gray world, the other side.

Two figures walked side by side on the gray ground.

One of them was wearing a white peaked cap and a simple hoodie. The low brim covered half of his face. A pair of silver snake-shaped earrings swayed slightly with his footsteps...

The other person was wearing a black bowler hat and holding a cane in his left hand. If you look closely, you will find that his left little finger is missing, as if it had been cut off abruptly, which is awkward and weird.

The breeze blew across the desolate land, blowing up the clothes of the two people. The man holding the cane glanced at the clear ruts under his feet and said calmly:

"It was just a matter of chasing down a few weak children, but they actually sent out two thieves... I don't know what the King of Silver was thinking."

"Well, yes..." Bai Ye was a little distracted, "Recently, it's become increasingly difficult to guess the king's thoughts."

"Stealing emotions and thoughts is your strong point, Bai Ye. Can't you even see through the king?"

"Me? How dare I pry into that person's thoughts, Mo Lian, your joke is a bit too big..." Bai Ye glanced at him.

"Really? Don't you dare?"

Mo Lian Youyou asked back, and Bai Ye's face suddenly became gloomy. Before Bai Ye could get angry, he pointed at the ruts on the ground and said, "It seems that we have almost caught up... In a moment, will it be you or me?" Take action?"

Bai Ye's heart moved slightly, but on the surface he remained calm and calm. He spoke casually:

"what ever."