I'm not a drama god

A burst of light music came from above the stage.

Chen Ling looked back and saw a table had appeared out of nowhere under the spotlight, with a piece of white paper neatly placed in the middle.

“Congratulations on completing the play: ‘The Stars Are Pointing’.”

"The highest expectation of the audience for this play: 74%"

As sheets of paper condensed in the void, Chen Ling raised his hand to catch them.

Judging from the thickness, this play is thinner than the previous ones. After all, the time span is not long... Thanks to the gift from the Jiangtian Sect, the time he spent accumulating mental power was greatly shortened.

Chen Ling felt relieved and hoped that such things would happen more often.

"You are entitled to a designated lottery draw."

"After using it, you can designate a character from all the characters appearing in this show, and randomly select the opponent's abilities. The probability of drawing rare skills is related to the overall audience expectations of this show."

It’s time to make a choice again... Chen Ling picked up the pen and fell into deep thought.

This play is not long, but there are many characters that appear. Although most of them are not of high rank, Chen Ling feels that with the upper limit of 74% of expectation value this time, it will be difficult to draw any high-level skills.

After a brief thought, Chen Ling decided on the target for this extraction.

He quickly wrote two words on the paper:

——【Void】.

The other fourteen sacred paths, no matter how rare or precious the paths were, were conventional after all, but the path of the empty ghosts and gods left a very deep impression on Chen Ling.

If you miss this opportunity, it will be almost impossible to draw the skills of Ghost and God next time.

As long as it was a skill of the Way of Ghosts and Gods, as long as it was a rare skill related to the soul, no matter how high or low the rank was, as long as Chen Ling drew it, it would be a win...

The only thing he needed to pray for was that he wouldn't have bad luck and draw some useless life skills.

As the word "empty" fell, cards appeared one after another from nothingness...

There are nine cards in total.

two off-white, seven black;

The gray and white ones are Kongwang's life skills, and the seven black ones must be the unique color scheme of Ghost and God... Judging from the number of skills, Kongwang should have been a seventh-level skill, but perhaps because he opened the Ghost Gate too many times, his rank dropped to the sixth level.

After the nine cards were turned upside down and replaced, Chen Ling prayed for a moment and then chose one of them.

As he looked nervously, a black card came into view:

[Skill: Soul Recall]

[Belonging to: Ghost and God Dao, fifth level]

【Character: Void】

Seeing this scene, Chen Ling's eyes lit up!

The corners of Chen Ling's mouth rose slightly. His luck seemed to be very good this time. With only 74% of the upper limit of the expected value, he drew the fifth-level ability of the Ghost and God Way.

He immediately accepted this new skill, and after digesting the information, the smile on his face gradually froze...

This soul recall technique is the ability that Kongwang uses to reproduce the skills of the soul in its previous life. Including the application of Fudi Li Shendao in that battle, as well as the field of Shu Shendao, are all achieved through this skill. In a sense, it is definitely one of Kongwang's core skills.

But the problem is, if you want to activate this skill, you must first "control the soul".

Before Kongwang activates this skill, he first uses chains to restrain the soul of the deceased, and only after establishing a connection with it can he activate it... But Chen Ling doesn't know how to restrain souls at all!

Not to mention capturing souls, he couldn't even see souls with his naked eyes, let alone control them and activate soul recall.

Good news, he drew the fifth level skill of the Ghostly Way;

The bad news is that he doesn't have the first four levels of skills.

It's like a highly skilled hacker who can hack into the world's most advanced network systems... but he can't operate a mouse or keyboard, and can't even afford a decent computer.

Chen Ling's mood went through ups and downs, and her eyes were a little complicated, but there was no other way. She could only leave the theater and return to reality.

at this time,

Sun Bumian was lying on the stone opposite him and yawned lazily; Jian Changsheng was also lying beside a stone with his head drooping, as if he was dozing off.

An idea suddenly popped up in Chen Ling's mind. Instead of shouting at them to hurry up, he walked to the side and called softly:

"tender."

"...Hmm?" A voice quickly responded in his heart.

"Give me your hand, I have something I want to try."

Yao was obviously stunned for a moment, not understanding what Chen Ling meant, but he still let his soul float out of Chen Ling's mind and gathered it on his right hand... Chen Ling raised both hands at the same time, silently activating the [Soul Recalling Technique] in his heart.

With her palms pressed together in front of her chest, from a distance it looked like Chen Ling was praying for something.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Chen Ling could not hide the disappointment in her eyes.

Although he could talk to Yao and they were in the same body, they did not have a close relationship like "controlling souls", so naturally he could not use the [Soul Recalling Technique]. It seemed that his idea of ​​practicing both witchcraft and acting was temporarily ruined...

Chen Ling was a little annoyed after drawing a useless skill. He walked back to the stone and called Jian Changsheng and the others:

"Don't sleep, hurry up."

Jian Changsheng, who was half asleep, looked confused as he watched Chen Ling leave with a gloomy face, and scratched his head...

"Did you provoke him?" He turned around and looked at Sun Bumian.

Sun Bumian spread his hands.

"How dare I."

"...It seems normal for him to be moody... Never mind, he is the boss in the Gray Realm, we can't afford to offend him, let's go..."

The two men stood up helplessly and continued to follow Chen Ling, fearing that they would be left too far behind and be visited by disasters.

……

Gray world, the other side.

Two figures walked side by side on the gray ground.

One of them was wearing a white cap and a plain hoodie. The low brim of the cap covered half of his face, and a pair of silver snake-shaped earrings swayed slightly with his steps...

The other person was wearing a black bowler hat and holding a cane in his left hand. If you look closely, you will find that the little finger of his left hand is mutilated, as if it was cut off abruptly, which looks awkward and weird.

The breeze blew across the barren land, blowing up the hems of the two people's clothes. The man holding the cane glanced at the clear wheel tracks under his feet and spoke lightly:

"It's just to hunt down a few powerless kids, but they actually sent out two Thief Saints... I don't know what the Silver King was thinking."

"Yeah, that's right..." Bai Ye was a little absent-minded, "Recently, the king's thoughts are becoming more and more difficult to guess."

"Stealing emotions and thoughts is your strong point, Byakuya. Even you can't see through the king?"

"Me? How dare I pry into that person's thoughts, Mo Lian, you're joking too much..." Bai Ye glanced at him.

"Really? You don't dare?"

Mo Lianyouyou asked back, and Bai Ye's face suddenly became gloomy. Before Bai Ye could react, he pointed at the wheel tracks on the ground and said, "It seems that we are almost catching up... Wait, do you want to take action or do I?"

Bai Ye's heart was slightly moved, but on the surface he remained calm and composed. He spoke casually:

"what ever."