I'm not a drama god

He is talking to the Shinto star of Wushinto? ?

Did he also gain knowledge instilled by Wushendao from his dreams?

This strange ritual... is the self-rescue method taught to him by Wushendao?

Just a few words allowed Chen Ling to obtain a great deal of information. Previously, through several flashbacks, he thought he had figured out everything that happened on that rainy night. However, the appearance of Chen Ling from District 3 overturned his ideas... What he saw from his and Chen Yan's perspectives was perhaps just the tip of the iceberg that night.

Damn, what happened on that rainy night?

In the snow, the young man in cotton clothes picked up the skeleton cross, placed it on his chest, and slowly closed his eyes...

Black blood flowed out from his seven orifices, dripping onto the black formation beneath him. The mixed aura of the witch god spread along the lines of the formation, connecting it into a chaotic mass like pollution. Looking down from the sky, it looked like meaningless graffiti.

At the same time, an inexplicable aura from a distant world locked onto this place!

The young man in cotton clothes took a deep breath and uttered an unclear spell.

Even Chen Ling, who was standing right next to him, couldn't hear clearly what he was saying. What came out of his mouth at this moment didn't seem to be human language, but the growl of some ancient beast. As the spell sounded, the surrounding formation didn't change at all, only the broken snow was still floating.

The young man in cotton clothes chanted for nearly three minutes before he stopped chanting.

His pale joints subconsciously clenched the cross, and he murmured in human language:

"I pray to the mysterious being on the other side of fate... Whether it's a god or a devil, I hope you can bring down a miracle to protect me and my brother, turn danger into safety, and stay with each other forever...

I will be forever grateful for your protection.”

As soon as the words fell, the hill fell into dead silence.

Dozens of seconds later, the young man in the cotton-padded jacket slowly opened his eyes. He saw the formation on the ground had not changed at all. He was stunned at first, then a flush appeared on his cheeks again, and he leaned over and started coughing violently!

Black blood kept splattering on the ground, like a shocking purgatory that slowly dragged the young man in. He struggled to pull out a piece of glass from his arms and looked at himself. The face in the reflection looked increasingly paler and withered.

Nothing happened and he became even worse.

The young man in cotton clothes knelt down in the sobbing snowstorm. He was silent for a long time before he smiled self-deprecatingly...

"I should have thought of it earlier... It's just a weird dream."

He stood up shakily, threw away all the items in the formation, and then stomped the formation on the snow to pieces as if to vent his anger. His eyes were full of bitterness and despair.

He sighed deeply, and followed the path he had come from, lowering his head and disappearing step by step at the end of the horizon...

The fluttering snowflakes are still falling;

The black lines that were scattered on the snow like graffiti melted into liquid and seeped downwards little by little, eventually disappearing deep into the earth.

……

The picture was frozen at this moment.

Then, Chen Ling felt that the surrounding environment suddenly shattered, leaving only water-like patterns rippling in the darkness. A pair of purple eyes opened from the nothingness directly opposite him, like a dreamlike reflection...

"... is it you?" Chen Ling saw another self wearing a cotton coat in the reflection of the water waves, and frowned more and more, "You showed me your memory?"

"I said, we are one now... That memory has always been buried in your confusion, but you just haven't discovered it."

"What happened next? Is that memory also in my confusion?"

"Yes."

"How can I see it?"

"I don't know... But when you see everything clearly, maybe you won't be confused anymore."

Chen Ling and District 3 Chen Ling seem to be separated by a layer of shimmering lake. Their clothes and temperaments are different, but at this moment they are like reflections in a mirror, symmetrical on both sides.

Chen Ling thought for a moment and spoke again:

"I haven't seen you since the last time I saw the True Self Mirror... Why did you suddenly appear again?"

"It was the master who activated the divine sacrifice site and awakened this fragment of my soul. He wanted me to help you return to the stage."

"So...will you help me?"

Chen Ling from District 3 looked at Chen Ling in the reflection, her eyes full of complexity.

"In a sense, I summoned you through a trance ritual... Although everything went against our original expectations, at least Ah Yan and I both survived that disaster.

You are very good to Ayan, letting your consciousness take control of his body is at least better than the madman he is now."

Seeing this, Chen Ling also sighed in his heart.

He could see the helplessness in District Three Chen Ling's eyes, and he also knew where the helplessness came from... Initially, District Three Chen Ling performed that ceremony in order to restore her health and live a peaceful life with Chen Yan, but she didn't expect that in the end she would attract an "outsider" like herself.

He occupied Chen Yan's body, merged with Chen Ling's soul, and took away everything that originally belonged to them. However, after merging with him, District 3 Chen Ling was completely helpless... because he and he had already become one. Not to mention whether he had the ability to drive him away, if he really did so, not only would Chen Yan's body become a walking corpse, but his own soul would also cease to exist.

But then again, the tragic end of the brothers was not caused by that ceremony...or rather, it was that ceremony, and their own time travel, that redeemed them from the hopeless grave.

Without me, they would eventually have all their organs dug out and die together in silence.

Chen Ling was silent for a long time, then took the initiative to reach out to the ripples and spoke seriously:

"…Thank you for your recognition."

District 3 Chen Ling looked at Chen Ling deeply and also stretched out his hand.

"Although, I still don't know what you are, but... I'm lucky to have you."

The two Chen Lings' hands passed through the ripples and held together in the darkness.

The next moment, the ripples on the water began to vibrate violently!

"The Sacrifice Land is the source of all 'sacrifices'. As long as I establish a connection with this place, I can recreate the descent ceremony without using any sacrifices or rituals... Although the cost of doing so is extremely high, I will definitely let you descend on the stage again."

As soon as the voice fell, the figure of District 3 Chen Ling disappeared in front of Chen Ling along with the rippling water...

His surroundings fell into darkness again.

But the next moment, a bright purple light rolled in from nothingness like a tide!

……

boom--! !

As the depths of "Chen Ling's" eyes were tinged with a very light purple, a hint of the aura of witchcraft began to emanate from him!