I'm not a theatre god

The cowardly and gloomy figure knelt in the snow, his eyes full of emptiness and despair.

Bang——! !

A gunshot,

A bullet pierced through the snow and hit Jian Changsheng's forehead head-on!

A wisp of cinnabar-like blood floated out and silently merged into the snow under him. Jian Changsheng fell backwards with his eyes empty in the snow, motionless.

Opposite him, a figure wearing a scarlet robe and a piece of broken intestines hanging around his waist stood up staggeringly...

His eyes slowly swept over Jian Changsheng on the ground, and finally looked at Sun Bumian, the only one standing, and said hoarsely:

"Come on... Don't you want to kill me? I said, if you want to kill me completely, you need two shots!!"

Sun Bumian's eyes were deeply confused.

Before he could say anything, a black hand stretched out from behind like a ghost, and after gently tapping his crown, a flash of white light passed by, and Sun Bumian fell to the ground.

"... You are so troublesome." Mo Lian seemed to be very unhappy with the interference of Jian Changsheng and Sun Bumian.

All he wanted was to release the disaster in Chen Ling's body, and he didn't care what happened to the other guys.

"Who are you?"

Chen Ling stood there weakly, and the excessive blood loss and emptiness made his eyes black, and even his thoughts were extremely heavy... He looked at the figure walking slowly in front of him and asked hoarsely.

"Me?" Mo Lian's mouth corners slightly raised,

"I am the one who controls you."

Mo Lian knew that Chen Ling's spirit had been tortured to the limit, and it was the best time to steal "reason", and he gently raised his black gloves...

The next moment, a glimmer of light flashed, and Chen Ling's figure disappeared out of thin air, leaving only a small snowman, falling silently from the air.

Mo Lian was stunned. He looked back and saw that Jian Changsheng and Sun Bumian had also turned into two snowmen...

And Jiang Xiaohua, who had fallen in the snow at the beginning, had disappeared without a trace.

Who was this Jiang Xiaohua? How could he escape quietly under the nose of a thief saint, and took Chen Ling and the other two with him?

Mo Lian's face instantly turned pale.

"Cursed substitute... Do you think you can get rid of me like this?"

Mo Lian snorted coldly, and his figure flashed, and he disappeared on the spot.

...

Not far away.

Three mud-like figures fell into the snow out of thin air.

White hair fluttered silently in the wind and snow, and there was still a deep knife scar on Jiang Xiaohua's chest, and scarlet blood flowed down along the scar...But even if the knife stabbed the vital point, he still did not die.

"I only know one curse that can restore memory."

Jiang Xiaohua whispered softly while taking a piece of hair from each of the three people's heads, tying them together, and quickly weaving them into a ring with the tips of her fingers.

Among the three people lying on the ground, only Chen Ling was still a little sober. He opened his eyes hazily and asked hoarsely:

"Who... are you?"

Even though he had met Jiang Xiaohua twice just now, he still felt as unfamiliar as before.

Jiang Xiaohua answered patiently while weaving the ring:

"My name is Jiang Xiaohua."

"Even the Shinto has abandoned me... Why did you save me?"

"Because you said you would take me out." Jiang Xiaohua paused, and this time, he added in a low voice, "And you said... We are companions."

"Companions?" Chen Ling tried hard to recall something, and finally shook his head bitterly,

"I don't remember..."

Chen Ling felt that his eyelids were very heavy, perhaps because of the serious injury, or because of excessive blood loss. At this moment, his heart was like a bottomless hole. As he kept forgetting, unprecedented emptiness surged like a tide.

Just when Chen Ling was about to close his eyes completely, Jiang Xiaohua responded seriously:

"It doesn't matter, even if all of you forget... I will remember."

Chen Ling closed his eyes hazily.

Jiang Xiaohua placed the ring in the middle of the three people, and after reciting a few spells, a breath of Wushendao spread in the air...

"Spell."

Jiang Xiaohua pointed at the ring in the air.

The next moment, the auras of Chen Ling and the other two were like the hair ring, connected to each other, the soul and body flowed silently, and the hair ring disappeared without a trace...

After doing all this, Jiang Xiaohua looked extremely tired, his eyes drooped, and his lips were pale without a trace of blood.

He was about to get up, and at some point, a ghostly figure appeared behind him;

The black cane twisted into a long sword, and waved it casually in the air, a cold light flashed, and Jiang Xiaohua's figure suddenly froze in place...

A very thin blood line split the whole person from the center, dividing it into two.

The warm blood was like a spring, splashing on Chen Ling and the other two.

...

Crackle——

The noisy sound of firecrackers echoed in the street, and Chen Ling slowly opened his eyes amid the roar of gongs and drums.

Without knowing when, he was already in a very busy street, with countless figures shuttling around him, men, women, young and old, all smiling happily. The laughter coming from all directions and the lively sounds of the New Year in the distance made him fall into a deep confusion...

"Where is this...?"

Chen Ling's consciousness was a little confused, and this feeling was like... dreaming, a dream between wakefulness and chaos.

"Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year, Happy New Year, Brother Wang, a new year and a new look!"

"Hahahahaha, by the way, we still have a lot of young goods at home, so take the kids to grab some!"

"No, no, this kid won't eat."

"It's okay. There are a lot of them. Just grab a handful and go. It will bring good luck to your children when they go to school next year!"

"Then we won't be polite! Nuannuan, why don't you thank uncle yet."

"Thank you uncle!"

"..."

The excitement and hustle and bustle of the New Year flowed around Chen Ling, but he seemed like an outsider, incompatible with everything.

Just when Chen Ling was confused, a burst of cheers and cheers came from the front. The next moment, an awakening lion leaped nimbly onto the long stake, blinking and sticking out its tongue, coming alive!

The laughter of the children and the applause of the adults rolled in like a tidal wave. I saw the awakening lion moving around for a while. I don’t know how many cheers it received. Then it jumped in front of several children in one step, and its hands popped out from under the cloth. Rub it lightly...

Two bright red candied haws appeared like a magic trick and were handed to the two nearest children.

The sound of gongs and drums became louder and louder, and the awakening lion shook his head and returned to the pile, spit out his long tongue, and rolled out two red papers like couplets on the left and right, with four big characters written on each:

"Good luck and peace every year."

Chen Ling looked at these eight characters and felt a little familiar. He stood alone in the festive bustle and fell into deep thought.