I'm not a theatre god

"Thunder finger."

Jian Changsheng took a deep breath, used all his strength, and suddenly clasped his fingers together, hitting the curtain!

Boom——! !

A sharp pain came from his knuckles.

Here, Jian Changsheng seemed unable to use his own skills. His full blow only resulted in blood dripping from his hands.

Jian Changsheng grinned crazily in pain.

at the same time.

In the picture, Chen Ling has passed through the snowy courtyard, and with the sound of joyful singing and laughter, she opens a closed door.

In everyone's doubtful eyes, the big red opera robe walked onto the stage.

"Chen Ling, if you have lost something, just tell me...I will find it for you."

"I lost my heart." Chen Ling's tone was solemn, as if from the underworld, "Also, my brother's life."

A palm instantly penetrated the man's chest, and blood sprayed on the screen behind him!

Everyone present stood up in shock, and a chaotic fight broke out... At the same time, Jian Changsheng seemed to sense something, and a memory rushed into his mind crazily... He saw Chen Ling fighting in the courtyard and being nailed with a sacrificial weapon. He died in mid-air, and then shot his head off.

"Damn..." Jian Changsheng predicted the future development and became more and more anxious.

He knew that he had to change something, otherwise Chen Ling's memory would not be recovered... Chen Ling saved Sun Bumian, and Sun Bumian saved himself. If Jian Changsheng could not save Chen Ling, everything would be meaningless.

But now, a curtain completely separated him from Chen Ling's world.

Jian Changsheng took two steps back, took a deep breath, and subconsciously clenched the silver pendant on his chest with his palms... He had failed too many times in his life, but this time to save Chen Ling, he did not want to fail no matter what.

That silver pendant was the only thing he could pray for... He hoped that the God of Luck would favor him once, even just once.

Jian Changsheng took a deep breath, clenched his blood-filled fists, and struck the curtain!

Boom——!

Boom——! !

While Jian Changsheng was desperately trying to intervene in the performance, lines of text were being written continuously in the latest play on the bookshelf nearby.

【……】

[Severe pain filled Jian Changsheng's mind, but he did not give up because of this, but punched harder than the last. 】

[He doesn’t know why he is so desperate. He only knows that if he fails to save Chen Ling this time, he will never be able to forgive himself...]

[However, the plot of the story will not change due to the intervention of a supporting character, even if he has been resurrected due to the favor of the 'audience'. 】

[But it is undeniable that...]

[The audience is indeed moved by Jian Changsheng’s behavior and looking forward to a new possibility]

[Audience Expectation Value +4]

[Current expected value: 61%]

【warn! warn! 】

[The audience begins to participate in the performance! 】

Boom——! ! !

When Jian Changsheng's shattered palm hit the curtain for the umpteenth time, in the bookshelf nearby, a thin page of paper that was independent of all the plays was sketched out of thin air!

【No.? Repertoire]

[Extra-if if]

【Starring: Chen Ling】

[Other starring roles: Jian Changsheng,? 】

…

Boom——! ! !

The blood smeared on the surface of the curtain, as if it had broken some kind of barrier and continued to penetrate backwards...

Jian Changsheng's blood was like paint dripping onto the canvas, turning into a mysterious black star in the sky inside the performance.

…

"It actually attracted the attention of the 'Bingshen Dao'?"

Chu Muyun stood under the snow-covered trees, staring at the house in the distance, "I didn't expect that he is really a genius... when it comes to killing people."

The big red opera robes were fighting crazily in the snow-filled courtyard. He seemed to sense something vaguely and raised his head to look at the sky...

A star exuding the aura of Bing Shen Dao was staring at him silently in the sky.

Shinto star.

…

"You seem to have gone in a little bit?" Jian Changsheng felt the touch from the fist, and a glimmer of light gradually lit up in his eyes!

The next moment, the nothingness behind him shook slightly, and a bandaged white-haired figure walked slowly over, looking around in confusion...

When Jian Changsheng saw this, he was overjoyed!

"Jiang Xiaohua, why are you here?"

From the beginning, Jian Changsheng was alone in Chen Ling's memories. He who existed in the memories of Sun Bumian and Jian Changsheng at the same time did not appear here...

"I don't know." Jiang Xiaohua said dullly,

"I couldn't enter his memory at first...but just now, this place seemed to be opened to me."

The two of them did not notice that the moment Jiang Xiaohua stepped into this place, Jiang Xiaohua's name appeared immediately behind Jian Changsheng in the "Other Starring" column of the extra episode.

"Come and help me! I feel like I can tear it apart right away!" Jian Changsheng said immediately.

"……oh."

Without saying a word, Jiang Xiaohua walked directly to Jian Changsheng, grabbed the small gap opened by Jian Changsheng with both hands, and slowly applied force...

…

"It's not just the 'Bing Shen Dao'." In the shadows outside the courtyard, a figure said in a deep voice, "Didn't you notice? The stars of the 'Witch God Dao' also reacted..."

"The Way of the God of Witches? What is his relationship with the Way of the Gods of Witches? Why did he stir up the Way of the Gods of Witches?"

"have no idea……"

While the two were talking, a sacrificial weapon in the courtyard was fully activated!

Chen Ling felt a flash before his eyes, and the snow under his feet exploded instantly. A pale bone like a giant's rib pierced through his body, nailing him directly in mid-air!

Then, the second bone, the third bone...

When the last bone pierced through Chen Ling's body, he could no longer move, like a prisoner in a cage.

"Is it great to get [God's Favor]?"

"Even if you are a quasi-law enforcement officer, you still fell into my hands in the end?"

"Boy, I don't care what feud you have with Bingquan Street, you are dead... Do you know how many people's interests you have harmed?"

Qian Fan raised the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at Chen Ling's eyebrows. The murderous intent spread in his heart, and he was about to pull the trigger!

...

"It's bad!"

"Hurry up! Use more force! Otherwise, this guy will be shot!"

"I'm trying hard."

Jian Changsheng and Jiang Xiaohua exerted force at the same time, and their palms were cut by the sharp edge of the curtain. Blood continued to seep down, and the breath of the two exploded at the same time!

...

Boom--! !

The two stars in the sky suddenly shone brightly, the magnificent divine pillar smashed the snow curtain, and the two divine auras of a soldier and a witch enveloped Chen Ling in the skeleton, and the turbulent aftermath almost knocked everyone around to the ground!

…

"Tear it open!" Jian Changsheng looked at the gap in front of him that was almost big enough for a person to pass through, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Just a little bit... just a little bit left..."

"Let me do it!"

A voice came from behind.

The two turned their heads at the same time, and saw that Sun Bumian had come here along the thread of memory, his hands constantly moving his muscles and bones, and the aura of Xishendao spread wildly around him...

He snorted coldly and punched the gap in the curtain that was about to break!

…

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Ahem, the weekly drama god official is on sale tonight~ Dusk Society playing cards, Chen Ling, Han Meng, Bai Ye's personal Baji colored paper, and Chen Yan's personal peripheral set, drama god theme notebook, etc. You can follow the Douyin store "Yuhuo Qiushi" or "Sanjiu Yinyu" account, and there will be a live broadcast tonight~~ (there are also God-killing peripherals)