I'm not a drama god

A few minutes later, three hot dishes were placed on the table.

These three dishes are basically vegetarian dishes, one vegetable vegetable, one water chestnut, only a little meat color can be seen in the minced eggplant... But even if they are added together, they are probably no bigger than a fingernail.

"Brother Lin... Our family is short of money and can't afford big meat, so I can only wrong you first." Li Qingshan sat on the table and said apologetically.

Chen Ling shook her head, "It's pretty good to eat some. Thank you Brother Li."

"You're welcome, I don't dare to say anything else, I still have enough rice."

Li Qingshan smiled slightly, then picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

Chen Ling was already hungry and was about to use her chopsticks. As if she thought of something, she suddenly turned her head seriously:

"Brother Li, I want to ask a question."

"Huh? You say."

"Has there been a theatrical troupe in this town recently? There are about four people in total."

Chen Ling's top priority is to find the whereabouts of the mysterious master and his group, but it is definitely impossible for him to travel throughout the world of mortals by himself. However, since he is a theater troupe, there will always be people who have seen them and may be able to get some information.

"A troupe of four people...that should be a very small scale." Li Qingshan frowned slightly, as if he was remembering something, and then said firmly,

"No, if a troupe really comes, I will definitely go and see it. I haven't heard any news recently."

Chen Ling sighed deeply.

"So you got separated from your troupe?"

Li Qingshan was thoughtful and seemed to understand why Chen Ling was wearing a theatrical robe and makeup, and fainted alone in the forest behind the mountain.

"That's right." Chen Ling responded.

"It's easy. Since you want to find a theater troupe, why don't you go to the theater troupe and ask?" Li Qingshan said again, "Such a small-scale theater troupe should be registered with the theater troupe. Where to perform and where to set up?" For Taiwan, you must apply in advance..."

"Oh?"

Chen Ling's eyes lit up. This news was undoubtedly crucial to him, "In this case, how should I contact the theater troupe?"

"At this point, there should be no one in front of the theater... When they go to work tomorrow morning, you can come with me." Li Qingshan's eyes flashed with anticipation, "Tomorrow happens to be the first audition for this year's theater troupe. Days, I have failed in previous years, but this year I have to pass no matter what!”

Do you want to delay it for another night...

Chen Ling had no other choice but to agree.

In the most optimistic scenario, maybe the mysterious master can sense the mark on his body, find this place and take him away... But Chen Ling has never been a person who puts his hope in others. It is better to rely on himself than to rely on anyone, let alone , he didn’t even know what kind of person that master was.

Under Li Qingshan's shocked gaze, Chen Ling ate five large bowls of rice in one breath. Only then did she alleviate some hunger and recover a lot from her exhaustion.

He was about to get up and take the bowl away when his expression suddenly changed!

"Ehaha..."

Chen Ling took another mouthful of rice and blocked her mouth.

Li Qingshan on the side was stunned and looked at Chen Ling in confusion, "Brother Lin, what's wrong with you?"

Chen Ling's face looked a little ugly. He took a deep breath, tried his best to suppress the strong urge to laugh, shook his head and walked out of the room.

When she walked to the narrow kitchen and put down the bowl, Chen Ling reluctantly swallowed the rice in her mouth, and then sneered in a suppressed voice;

The clown's white ash is like a time bomb. Although it is not fatal yet, even his occasional laughter will make people think that he is mentally ill...

We have to find a way to solve this thing as soon as possible.

That night, Chen Ling temporarily stayed at Li Qingshan's house. Fortunately, it was not cold in the world of mortals. It would not be cold to sleep on the ground with a mattress. During this period, Li Qingshan also proposed to sleep on the ground, but Chen Ling refused.

After all, it was the first time that he and Li Qingshan met. Chen Ling never lowered her guard against him from beginning to end. Even when eating, she deliberately stopped to ask questions. She waited for Li Qingshan and the old lady to take a few bites first and then moved her chopsticks after confirming that there was nothing wrong.

The stranger the place, the harder it is to let down its guard. Chen Ling doesn't believe that this realm is as simple as it seems on the surface.

The night is getting darker,

When Li Qingshan and others fell into a deep sleep, Chen Ling slowly opened her eyes in the darkness.

He quietly walked out of the house. The black dog in the corner was about to bark at the black shadow, but was glared back... Chen Ling pushed the door open and walked out of the yard, and came alone to the deserted Xiaoqiao River. Mingyue frowned and looked at herself in the water.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, slowly took out a short knife from his sleeve, and pointed it at his face...

The next moment, the blade pierced into it without hesitation.

Scarlet blood flowed across his cheeks and dripped on the bluestone road. The muscles on Chen Ling's face trembled slightly, but he did not say a word. Instead, he silently slashed one knife after another until all the skin on his face stained with white ash was ripped open.

Chen Ling's original appearance was quite handsome, especially after he embarked on the path of drama. The details of his face changed slightly, and his appearance became more outstanding. But he didn't care about it. After all, he had seen the demise of the Aurora Realm. , has long seen through the appearance of the world of mortals,

He knows that in this era, a good-looking face has no effect and can be completely discarded when necessary.

But it's a pity... even though he has scratched off that piece of face and the white ash is invisible to the naked eye, the seal in his body is still not loosened.

The bright moon hung in the sky of the small town. Chen Ling watched silently as the blood was diluted by the river water. In the end, only the reflection of a bloody face was left on the bright water... He let out a long sigh.

"It's still useless to scrape off the surface. Is there a way to completely eliminate it? It seems that the only way is to use that method."

Chen Ling has one last move left, a move that only he can use...

Rebirth.

Since this mark is so deeply engraved, he can only die once. In the process of his resurrection, all injuries and hidden diseases will be cleared away. No matter how powerful the clown's methods are, they will never be stronger than the theater itself. This This method has a 99% chance of getting rid of this white ash.

But the problem now is that today's audience's expectations are only 49%, and they must have at least 70% expectations to be reborn without side effects.

"Do we have to do something again..."

Chen Ling thought for a moment, then turned around and walked back to Li Qingshan's home.

……

As soon as the first rooster crow sounded in the morning, Li Qingshan hurriedly began to wash up.

He first put on a clean blue gown, then put his hair up, solemnly opened the black bag on the table, took out a paintbrush and painted it on his face, with a serious look on his face.

This process lasted for a full hour. After he carefully examined the makeup in the mirror and confirmed that there were no flaws, he hurriedly opened the door and walked out.

"Grandma! I'm leaving first! I'll be back at noon to cook for you!"

He said something to the room, and as soon as he reached the door, he froze on the spot.

The morning breeze mixed with the fragrance of earth blew through the bluestone path at dawn. A figure in a red opera robe was already standing under the willow tree. On his cheek, a black veil was swaying in the wind...