I'm not a drama god

"The opera is hidden in ancient times, but the actor is nameless..."

After seeing the last line of words, Chen Ling's mind immediately pictured the appearance of the beautiful boy, as well as the scene of the other three people walking together at the inn.

It was like thunder in his mind!

"It's them...it turns out to be them??"

"No wonder, at that time, Liu Town had been banned by the [Circle], but they still chose to enter Liu Town, and they happened to be a group of four... So, they had already seen through my disguise?"

Chen Ling remembered the conversation between the beautiful young man and the woman in Tsing Yi. It was that conversation that revealed that he had understood the [Fate Weaving] skill!

At the time, I thought it was just a coincidence, but now that I think about it carefully, every word of that young man seemed to have another meaning... Were they deliberately guiding themselves?

Countless thoughts flashed through Chen Ling's mind. Looking at the invitation in his hand, he suddenly felt unreal;

"The King of Clubs said that the master can find me... and it is true."

Chen Ling murmured to herself.

Chen Ling took the initiative to search for traces of his master, which led to a series of troubles. The process was extremely tortuous, but when he suddenly looked back, he found that the person he was looking for was already beside him... The mystery was beyond words. .

He had just killed the three of Lin Xi and was targeted by [Fu Sheng Hui], and this invitation letter was delivered to him... The timing was too coincidental.

So, what does this invitation mean?

Chen Ling looked at the invitation letter carefully and couldn't be sure of the intentions of everyone in the sect for a while. However, judging from Chen Ling's impression of Mojiao, there was a high probability that they would not be detrimental to him... But what about the others? ? The Harlequin's inexplicable murderous intention had already made Chen Ling wary, and she still couldn't help but hesitate.

"...No matter what, there is no better way anyway." Chen Ling sighed.

Now he is being hunted by [Fu Sheng Hui]. He can either wait for death in the [Circle] or go to the appointment to see what they want to do... Compared with the risks of the two, Chen Ling chooses the latter.

He solemnly put the invitation letter into his sleeve, checked the direction, and walked straight to the east.

……

Lead-gray clouds cover the sky above Liuzhen, moving slowly with the howling cold wind.

In the dim alley, Li Qingshan's clothes were blown away. He walked to the door of his house against the wind with one hand and pushed the door open.

"Huh..." Li Qingshan breathed a long sigh of relief, "It looks like it's going to rain heavily."

With the protection of the wall, the wind in the yard has finally become lighter, but there are still many fallen leaves dancing wildly in the wind above the eaves, making a rustling sound.

"Qingshan... close the doors and windows!" the old lady's voice came from inside the house.

"Here comes grandma!"

Li Qingshan hurriedly put away all the clothes to dry, closed the doors and windows tightly, fed the chickens and dogs, and then hid in the house when it started to rain.

He sat on the wooden bench and wiped his sweat, as if he was very tired.

"Qingshan...there is another letter from you."

"Huh? Again?"

The old lady seemed to have remembered something, and took out something from the drawer, and handed it to Li Qingshan tremblingly, "Just now... a child gave it to me... asking you to go... It seems to be something... …show?"

The old lady waved her hand, "Old lady, I'm old and my ears can't hear very well... You can see for yourself."

After saying that, the old lady walked to the bedroom alone on crutches.

Li Qingshan sat in the room with confusion and looked at the thing in his hand carefully. It looked like an invitation. After opening it, there was a piece of letter paper with Shengdan Jingmo Chou's face printed on it.

"Dear Mr. Li Qingshan, Xidao Guzang sincerely invites you..."

Li Qingshan glanced downward.

When he finished reading everything, deep doubts appeared in his eyes.

"Xidao Guzang...?"

Li Qingshan has heard of the fourteen ancient treasures of the Shinto before...especially the ancient treasures of the opera, which are simply regarded as legends in the world of mortals. According to them, after embarking on the sacred path of opera, you can have thousands of changes. But the beautiful appearance is an irresistible temptation for everyone who is determined to pursue fame.

Even those superstars who have become famous all dream of entering it and finding a way to stay young forever. Some people even hire Shinto owners from outside the realm with high salaries and want to risk their lives to cross the gray world outside the realm and reach the ancient world. Hidden in order to change your own destiny.

But at this moment, the invitation letter in Li Qingshan's hand actually had the words "Xi Dao Gu Zang" written on it?

"Is it a prank? Or..." Li Qingshan hesitated.

From Li Qingshan's perspective, this kind of invitation is as outrageous as the "I am Qin Shihuang V I am 50" scam text message before the catastrophe. The ancient treasures of the Xi Dao are out of reach, and there are even fewer people who are rumored to have embarked on the Xi Shen Dao. How could such an invitation appear, naming him Li Qingshan to watch the performance?

Rumbling--

Faint thunder sounded from the black sky, and the rain outside the house became heavier and heavier.

Seeing the harsh wind and rain outside, Li Qingshan sighed, threw the invitation on the table, turned around and walked into the house...

In this kind of weather, normal people would choose to lie down and rest at home, or have a good night's sleep. Who would brave such heavy rain and wind to go to the wasteland in search of an impossible performance?

Just when Li Qingshan was about to step into the room, his feet were hovering in the air.

He stood there like a sculpture, and the image of Chen Ling in red suddenly tearing off her face flashed in his mind. The only sound left in the house was the sound of rain hitting the tiles.

Li Qingshan's hands clenched unconsciously.

"Forget it...what if we go take a look?"

Li Qingshan turned around suddenly, put the invitation on the table into his pocket, picked up the oil-paper umbrella in the corner, opened it, and disappeared at the end of the street despite the wind and rain.

He was going to an appointment... an invitation that might not even exist.

What this invitation will change will be his life.

……

"Ahead is Liu Town."

Outside the dark clouds, two figures walked from the direction of the main city of Hongchen and stopped in front of a deserted jungle.

"To deal with a third-level kid, do we need two of us to take action?"

"Don't underestimate him, he killed three architects under the [Circle] blockade, and even almost deceived the main city..."

"It's just a little trick. It has no effect in the face of the absolute realm... If you and I, the fifth-level ones, join forces, even if he gets wings, he won't be able to fly away from Liu Town." One of them snorted coldly.

"Don't underestimate the enemy."

At this moment, a third figure walked out from the depths of the woods.

He was an old man with gray hair, holding a cane with carved wood grain in his hand. He seemed to have difficulty walking. But the moment they saw his face, the other two people looked shocked and said in surprise:

"Mr. He? Are you here in person? That's not the case..."

"Not that much?"

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly and looked in the direction of Liu Zhen.

"Facing the Twilight Society [6 of Hearts] who once assassinated Lord Aurora and personally led to the destruction of the Aurora Realm...it is always right to make more preparations."