I'm not a drama god

"The drama? Where did the drama come from?"

The figure wearing a black turban said in confusion, "Mr. He, did you hear that?"

Mr. He leaned on a cane and shook his head slightly, "I didn't hear it."

"No, it really does!" The young man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and gestured with joy, "The voice was so close, it felt like it was right next to my ears... I heard what he was singing, 'Bing Ge Banner' '?'Surrounded by swords and guns'?"

The turbaned figure frowned. He pricked his ears and listened carefully again, but there was nothing else around except the whining wind and the sound of falling raindrops.

"There is no voice you said...you must be hallucinating."

"But……"

"Something's wrong." Mr. He stared at the blank drawing paper and suddenly spoke.

"What's wrong?"

"It is clearly within the range of [Circle], but [Photography] cannot confirm the location of [6 of Hearts], which means that the place where he is probably does not belong to this space... And during the tracing process, you also said It’s time for drama…”

Mr. He frowned more and more. He was about to say something, but a small dot suddenly appeared on the blank drawing paper.

"Huh? This is..."

The young man stood up staggeringly from the ground, a flash of doubt in his eyes.

The small dot in the center of the drawing paper began to enlarge at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if something was flying out of it. In the blink of an eye, the shadow of a gun took up most of the drawing paper, penetrated the paper, and was thrown out like lightning. !

At this moment, Mr. He's shout suddenly sounded:

"Be careful!!!"

Ode——! !

The shadow of the gun suddenly pierced the young man's chest, and the terrifying kinetic energy carried his body into the heavy rain!

"He Lao, please help..." The young man's frightened cry for help sounded, but it stopped abruptly the next moment.

The gun shadow appeared so fast, and the angle was so tricky and weird that even He Lao and the turbaned figure who were so close could not react. By the time they saw clearly what happened, the gun shadow had already taken the young man with him. , disappeared into thin air again!

slam-la-

The rain watered the ruins as usual. Both the gun shadow and the young man disappeared without a trace. A few seconds ago, the three people who were still thinking about tracking Chen Ling were now only two, standing alone. Under the bridge.

If it weren't for the traces of the young man's blood still remaining on the ground, the turbaned figure would have thought it was just an illusion... Until now, he has not recovered from the shadow of that shot.

"He, Mr. He... that was..." He stared blankly at the direction where the young man disappeared, and spoke with a trembling voice.

Mr. He turned his head suddenly, his old eyes locked on the drawing paper, his expression extremely ugly.

"Damn..."

“There’s more than just [6 of Hearts] in this town??”

……

Ode——! !

Just when Chen Ling and Li Qingshan were wondering where Gao Chong's gun had gone, a sound of breaking through the air sounded from the stage again!

The disappearing gold-plated tiger-head spear flew out of nothingness and returned to Gao Chong's hand. At the same time, a body on the tip of the spear flew out under the influence of inertia and rolled several times on the stage floor. Falling into the queue of Wushu at the edge of the stage.

Drops of scarlet blood dripped down the gold-chiselled tiger head gun. Gao Chong's expression did not waver at all, and his white clothes and silver armor fluttered in the wind, as if he just killed an enemy soldier casually to boost the morale of his army!

Looking at Wu Shu on the side, his brows were raised with anger and his face was fierce.

All this happened so shockingly, but on the stage, it felt completely natural, as if this play was supposed to be performed like this... If Chen Ling hadn't seen clearly that the person flying out was a living person, I might have really thought that this was the case. They are all stage decorations and props.

Whether they are highly favored or unskilled, their performance is so natural that they never even glance at the body that flew out...

They are still in the play!

“…those who are men of character,

In the face of battle, there is no joy in life, and there is no need to fear death; if you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you catch the tiger's cubs?

Gao Chong devoted himself to protecting the country.

Kill the enemy and save the savior and gain merit! "

As the performance on the stage gradually progressed, a battle began. Although there were not many actors on the stage, their infectious lyrics and appropriate scene sound effects were extremely contagious.

"Where did that gun go just now...and who was that person?" Chen Ling's focus was still on the figure in the corner, frowning and thinking.

He was about to turn around and say something to Li Qingshan, but found that Li Qingshan's eyes were fixed on the stage, with a faint glimmer of light in his pupils, as if he was in trance. Even if Chen Ling tried to call him, there was no response.

Chen Ling was slightly startled when she saw Li Qingshan's state. Then she suddenly looked up at the sky as if she sensed something.

On the sky shrouded by dark clouds, a wisp of vermilion seemed to penetrate the clouds, dotted there like gems, and a familiar aura lingered in Chen Ling's heart.

"Xi Shen Dao...?"

Chen Ling was very familiar with that star. He had also set foot in it when he was in the Aurora Realm.

Just by watching one performance, Li Qingshan got the favor of Xi Shen Dao? If so, then this performance is too magical... Is this the opportunity that comes from Xidao Guzang?

Of course Chen Ling knew that Li Qingshan's own talent, accumulation, and character were the decisive factors for him to embark on this divine path. Otherwise, if someone else sat here and watched it ten times a hundred times, he would probably gain nothing... For example, Chen Ling himself . So instead of saying that this performance created Li Qingshan, it is better to say that it gently broke the window between Li Qingshan and Xi Shendao, allowing him to get what he should have got in advance.

Chen Ling glanced at Li Qingshan, who was in a state of concentration, with a complicated look, and then turned his attention to the stage again. At this time, there were several strange car-shaped props in front of Wu Shu, and the fight between the two sides had reached a fierce stage.

……

Under the bridge.

"More than [6 of Hearts]?!" The figure wearing a black turban was shocked, "Mr. He, what do you mean..."

"We're being targeted."

He Lao spoke gloomily, the sky full of white cranes surrounded him, and the seventh-level pressure instantly enveloped the earth!

"I want to see who wants to be my enemy [Fushenghua]?!" He Lao grabbed the torn drawing paper and threw it to the white cranes aside. One of the white cranes picked it up and held it in his mouth. He circled half a circle in the air and flew rapidly towards the east!

"In that direction!"

Pulling-

The white cranes in the sky seemed to be locked in a certain position, with a touch of blood oozing out of their eyes, and they flew towards the east at an alarming speed. Mr. He and the figure wearing a black turban stepped onto two white cranes respectively, and followed the group of cranes. Flying away overwhelmingly.

Thousands of cranes flew wildly, and this scene immediately attracted the attention of the residents of Liu Town. They walked out of the house in shock, looked at the miraculous scene above their heads, and bowed their heads!

Mr. He's eyes flashed with murderous intent. Just as he was riding the white crane and looking around, the turbaned figure behind him suddenly spoke:

"He... Mr. He..."

"how?"

"I seem to...hear the sound of opera singing too?"

Mr. He was stunned. He looked back and saw the figure in a turban looking just like the one in the photo. He looked around blankly with his eyes...

At this moment, in the eyes of the turbaned figure, the white crane flying in the sky, Mr. He and himself standing on the back of the white crane... seemed to begin to twist and deform, their bodies began to have edges and corners, and their skin was dyed with a metallic luster. Their voices gradually turned into a harsh squeak...

In his disbelieving gaze, everything around him seemed to have turned into a series of heavy and crude iron pulleys.