I'm not a drama god

"Guernica".

Chen Ling looked at the miniature of the realm in her hand and narrowed her eyes slightly.

He seemed to have guessed something, and looked up at the embossed gate patterns suspended in the sky, and he understood clearly.

"Is this the authority of this door..."

Plum Blossom 8 said that through this door, consciousness can descend to every corner of the world of mortals, but this kind of power is only available to the second and third palaces... And now Chen Ling has obtained "Gerr" The Daoji fragments of "Nika" are equivalent to holding a key in your hand, and naturally also have some authority.

Chen Ling's consciousness overlooked the entire realm, and only then did he truly understand how large the world of mortals was.

Hundreds of small towns are dotted in the boundary like stars, and the towns are connected by roads. Even though nearly half of the main city has been reduced to wasteland, with countless casualties, these small towns still remain. It was quiet and peaceful, with no atmosphere of imminent war.

Surrounded by these star-studded small towns, the main city of Hongchen is like a Big Mac, but now this Big Mac has been devastated, billowing smoke rises from the ruins, except for the members of Fushenghua on the road , and the police officers, there were almost no pedestrians. Most of them were hiding in their homes and everyone was in danger... However, Chen Ling's eyes could not penetrate the wall and could not see a more specific situation.

Chen Ling first thought that the main city of Red Dust was the center of the Red Dust Realm, and most of the residents in the realm thought so. But when Chen Ling looked at it from this perspective, he realized that this was not the case.

Compared with other towns, the main city of Hongchen is indeed in the center, but if compared with this flower bud, it is slightly to the east... The real center of this flower is a seemingly inconspicuous town, the flower The rhizome is connected there, and underneath it is the green leaf where the red dust base is located.

"The heart of the world of mortals is indeed Liu Town."

In fact, when Yang Muquan took Chen Ling through the "employee passage" from Liuzhen, Chen Ling had some suspicions, but it was only at this moment that it was finally confirmed.

Chen Ling glanced around and saw an afterimage of ink streaking across the sky. It was a young man in white, carrying an eight-foot ink pen on his back. His speed was no less than that of a supersonic aircraft. In a matter of seconds, he crossed less than half the distance. realm.

"What a strong aura!" Chen Ling was secretly shocked.

This was the first time that Chen Ling met Lu Liangren. Unlike the mysterious and unpredictable temperament of the Second Hall, Lu Liangren did not hide his sharpness and domineering at all. The aura of the eighth level was like a tsunami that caused landslides and earth-shattering waves, surging in the sky. interest.

As soon as Chen Ling's eyes fell on him, Lu Liangren seemed to notice something and looked up at the sky, seemingly confused.

Did he find out?

Chen Ling was slightly startled and immediately looked away.

Fortunately, Lu Liangren did not become suspicious. He just thought that the Second Hall was overlooking the overall situation, lowered his head and continued to fly forward... After all, who would have thought that besides him and the Second Hall, anyone else could use the authority of the relief gate?

Chen Ling walked around the world of mortals several times from a bird's-eye view. She didn't find anything noteworthy. She was about to withdraw from consciousness when she suddenly remembered something and looked at a certain street in the main city of mortals...

This street is considered to be the best-preserved street during the intersection of the gray world. Under the sealed gray sky, a theater building is still brightly lit.

Chen Ling looked down at the theater building, but her eyes couldn't penetrate the roof. When she saw what was happening inside, she couldn't help but sigh...

"It would be great if we could pass through the relief gate first and move from here."

After the words fell, the little flower in Chen Ling's hand fluttered gently. The power of authority poured into Chen Ling's palm, and a strange feeling surged into his heart.

"Eh..." Chen Ling felt this power and slowly closed her eyes.

He thought, and the next moment, his consciousness floating in the sky above the main city of mortals separated into a small piece and fell downwards. It was like a wisp of distraction carrying Chen Ling's consciousness, drifting down in the whimpering wind. Finally stood firm on the ground.

Chen Ling opened her eyes again and was already standing on the street where Jinghong Tower was located.

He looked down in surprise and saw that he was still wearing a red opera robe, but his figure was translucent, like a ray of disembodied soul.

"Not only can the consciousness cover the entire realm, but also a part of the consciousness can be separated to walk in it... The crystallization of the first generation of floating painting palaces is really magical." Chen Ling murmured to herself.

Chen Ling's body is still trapped in "Guernica", but after controlling the authority of the relief gate, he can let his consciousness descend to any corner of the realm, but it is only consciousness. In this state, Chen Ling cannot It has a physical body and cannot use any forbidden ruins. It is no different from a ghost.

But this was enough for Chen Ling. He just wanted to go back to Jinghong Tower to see how Li Qingshan and the others were doing.

Chen Ling walked straight towards the gate of Jinghong Tower.

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Jinghong Tower.

Tick-tick-tick-

The patter of rainwater rolled down along the hollow of the roof of Jinghong Building, and finally fell into the wooden barrel prepared on the stage, causing ripples.

The bright red lantern swayed slightly in the wind, perhaps because of the wind and rain. The lantern that could have illuminated the entire theater was now mostly dim, barely dimming a ray of light in the dead silence.

At this time, the only sound in Jinghong Tower was the sound of falling rain.

Huang Xueyue and Uncle Quan were still sitting on the audience chairs in front of the stage. They looked at the center of the theater lobby with extremely complicated eyes...

In the open space of the theater lobby, the weak lantern light swayed slightly in the wind. A short boy was kneeling on the ground. In front of him was a figure wrapped in a white sheet.

"Baosheng..." Li Qingshan stood behind him, as if he wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know how to say it.

Kong Baosheng seemed unable to hear his voice, and just knelt there blankly, like a lost sculpture, with only the remaining tears on his face remembering the hysterical crying just now.

Huang Xueyue pursed her lips slightly, but couldn't help but stand up from the audience, walked to the young man and squatted down.

She spoke softly:

"Baosheng, lymphoma is a very painful and torturous disease... For these patients, death is also a kind of relief."

"But...but when she left, she was obviously in pain." Kong Baosheng's pale face turned away stiffly, and his chapped lips were trembling, "Grandma, she...she felt like she was being pulled out alive. , rolling on the ground in pain..."

Huang Xuyue opened her mouth, not knowing how to comfort her for a moment. She looked at Kong Baosheng's almost collapsed eyes, and her heart began to twist unconsciously.