I'm not a drama god

[Audience Expectation Value-1]

[Audience Expectation Value +1]

[Current expected value: 69%]

As Chen Ling's apricot eyes opened, a heavy "anchor" fell into the world of consciousness. Confusion retreated from his side, and the original tearing feeling in his mind disappeared without a trace...

He took a deep breath, a touch of coldness and majesty appeared in his apricot eyes, and his angry voice sounded like thunder:

"'ridicule'--!"

"When...is it your turn to take the stage?!"

The moment this sound sounded, a theater quickly took shape around Chen Ling. He seemed to have fallen into the theater stage that only existed in his sleep. Countless spotlights lit up above it, like a bright sun, sweeping away the darkness. !

Under this light, they flowed across the edge of the stage like water and returned to the audience, turning back into scarlet and grinning faces, staring at Chen Ling on the stage.

Chen Ling suddenly woke up from the stage. It was as if he had just been in a dream, and his back was soaked with sweat... He stood up and looked at the many "audiences" in the auditorium, his face uncertain.

To be honest, Chen Ling himself didn't know what happened just now. It seemed that after the master's brush touched the center of his eyebrows, his consciousness fell into a state of chaos...even deeper than sleep, so that this person in his sleep The theater never appeared.

That kind of chaotic state should be the "no form and no self" that the master said. Even the theater and the audience were temporarily blocked. But when I kept digging into the memories deep in my heart, I accidentally dug up the deepest " "Confused", causing the audience to crawl out along the gap, briefly occupying his consciousness and body... Fortunately, after finding an "anchor", he regained a small part of his consciousness and recalled this theater. Using the power of the theater to push the audience back.

Only when the expectation value is lower than 20% can the audience intervene in the performance. This is the rule of the theater. Nowadays, if the audience seizes the loophole and does not obey the rules, they will naturally be forcibly suppressed by the theater.

"After having 'Zhu Yan', the audience's pressure on me seems to be lessened..." Chen Ling looked at her hands and said uncertainly.

If Chen Ling had no resistance when the audience occupied his body before, then in the process of forcing the audience back just now, Chen Ling clearly felt that he seemed to have a little power to compete with the audience... Of course, just a little.

Even so, it is still a qualitative leap for Chen Ling. If one day his "beautiful face" approaches perfection, it may mean that he has the capital to confront the audience head-on, even if the expectation value drops to 13% or even higher. Low, his body is completely occupied by the audience, and he can take it back!

As the order in the theater returned to normal, Chen Ling closed her eyes and her consciousness gradually left the theater, as if she was about to wake up from sleep...

……

The dark makeup gradually faded on Chen Ling's face, and two touches of apricot red appeared in the corners of her eyes.

An unfinished simple facial makeup replaced the audience's face. This face perfectly matched Chen Ling's face. It even seemed like a bright eye makeup was drawn on his original face, which was completely natural.

Chen Ling's eyes slowly opened and she was stunned unconsciously when she saw the scene around her.

"here it is……"

Only then did Chen Ling realize that he had left the stage of the [Performance Area] at some point and came to a desert. In front of him was an ancient ancestral hall. Standing at the door and looking inside, he could barely see what was there. The tablets in the west seat are displayed among them.

Originally, at this distance, it was impossible for Chen Ling to see the words on the tablet clearly, but at this moment, he was in the "beautiful" state. The eye makeup that Chen Yan painted for him merged with the [secret pupil], which seemed to give him a magical look. His stronger eye power...

At that moment, Chen Ling seemed to clearly see the name on the west memorial tablet.

——[Unnamed actor].

The tablets of [Unknown Actor] in the west block are displayed in the center of the ancestral hall. Even in such a desert, these tablets and the interior of the ancestral hall are spotless. The candlelight swayed in the darkness, casting a mysterious veil on the western tablet.

Chen Ling was stunned. Before he could take a closer look, a figure stood in front of him, completely blocking his vision.

"master?"

Seeing that person, Chen Ling spoke subconsciously.

"You succeeded." The master looked at him calmly, "Although it is only a prototype, you do have your own facial makeup. It depends on you how far you can complete it and what kind of power you can give it in the future... …”

Chen Ling raised her hand and touched the corners of her eyes, and then seemed to remember something:

"Master, where is this place? Why am I here?"

"How did you get here, did you forget?"

"..."

Seeing the master's expression, Chen Ling suddenly had a bad premonition... In fact, he had just guessed that every time the audience occupied his body, he would never do anything good. It seemed that this time he would probably use his own body as well. , there was a fuss in Xi Dao Gu Zang.

"...Didn't you break anything this time?" Chen Ling asked cautiously.

He still remembered the last time he accidentally broke the [True Self Mirror], which made his master extremely heartbroken. He looked at him with resentment in his eyes for several days.

The master snorted coldly and said unhurriedly, "Do you think that my master and your senior brothers and sisters are all for free? You are still a few years too early to have a falling out with Xi Dao Gu Zang."

Chen Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master, then this ancestral hall..."

"This is not the place you should come." Master interrupted Chen Ling, "Go back, they are still worried about you."

Seeing that the master didn't want to mention it, Chen Ling didn't ask any more questions. After thanking the master, he walked straight behind him... The master didn't leave either. He just stood at the door of the ancestral hall, wearing a opera robe. Flying in the wind and sand, quietly watching Chen Ling go away.

Master lives in a place like this?

As Chen Ling walked in the desert, he thought of the small and weird ancestral hall again. He could feel that this was the core of the ancient library of Xi Dao, which was equivalent to the sword in the ancient library of military Dao... But he had absolutely no idea. Come to think of it, the core of Xi Dao Guzang actually looks like this.

Chen Ling walked in the desert for a long time, knowing that he couldn't get out with his legs, so he simply raised his hand to open the void curtain, and disappeared into the desert.

When Chen Ling left completely, the figure in the opera robe in front of the ancestral hall closed her eyes lightly.

"Ugh……"

The master let out a long sigh and turned back to the ancestral hall. The desert wind and sand were flying outside the door, making a low whine. The opera robe was dim and bright in the dim candlelight.

He looked at the west memorial tablet in the center of the ancestral hall with a somewhat complicated look. As he opened the secret compartment under the tablet table, a USB flash drive was lying quietly in it.

He murmured to himself:

"This time, we will definitely succeed...right?"