I'm not a theatre god

Pieces of cinnabar glass fell on the snow, and their divine brilliance circulated, like bright stars scattered in the world.

"This is..." Chen Ling was stunned.

"Brother, do you know... that red star represents 'drama'." Chen Yan raised his head, looked at the gradually regressing divine path in the sky, and said slowly, "From the day I started learning drama by myself , occasionally I feel its presence... It wants to take me away, but I don't want to leave.

Every time it goes away, I will leave behind a piece of it. I think that when I save enough, I may be able to take you and your parents to the places it guides to watch the show. What is the end of...

Unfortunately, I only saved thirty-six yuan in the end. "

"Now...I can't go."

Chen Yan smiled helplessly. He slowly grabbed all the cinnabar glass and swung it hard towards the retreating Shinto in the sky!

The next moment, countless divine radiances bloomed from these fragments of the divine way, intertwining rapidly in mid-air, reuniting into a ribbon-like ethereal divine way, chasing the retreating divine way!

"Brother, you have to live...what is the end of the play, can you go and see it for me?"

The two pieces of Shinto collided in mid-air, and the bright divine light lit up the sky!

"Playing the Divine Way", reconnection;

The cinnabar stars in the sky never expected that their divine way could be forcibly left behind. The divine light trembled in the air, as if trying to pull it back...

At the other end of the Shinto, the young man Chen Yan stood there quietly. Even though his body looked thin and frail, based on his talent for "acting", he was so powerful, transcendent, and as stable as a mountain.

He just nailed the starting point of Xi Shen Dao in front of Chen Ling!

Shinto turned its back on Chen Ling,

But Chen Yan didn’t;

"what happened??"

Outside the house, the shadow man and Chu Muyun looked at the sky in astonishment at the same time. Under the cinnabar stars, a broken road was being repaired quickly!

"Why is Xi Shendao immobilized??"

"It chose Chen Ling? How is this possible?!"

Even Chu Muyun, who had always been calm and wise, couldn't help but widen his eyes. The two of them carefully scanned around Chen Ling in the center of the house, but found nothing strange... nothing could be seen in their field of vision. arrive.

"Wait...something's not right!"

"What's wrong?"

"There's something wrong with that Shinto, it's twisted... I've never seen a Shinto like this."

"What will happen if you step on the twisted Shinto?"

"If a road has its signs tampered with, who knows where it will end? Heaven? Or... hell?"

"you mean……"

"Go and stop him! You must not take that twisted divine path!!!"

Two figures rushed towards the house quickly!

Chen Ling stared blankly at Chen Yan, who was standing on the theater path. I wonder if it was an illusion, but his figure seemed to be fading little by little...

"Ayan...Ayan!"

Chen Ling's pupils shrank, and she didn't know where she got the strength to pull her shoulder away from the cage of bones. The sharp bone tips tore open the flesh and blood. Scarlet blood dripped down her arm and fell to the ground, and soon gathered into a pool. Pool of blood.

He gritted his teeth, but couldn't help but howl out. After ten seconds, he completely broke free from the cage and stumbled towards Chen Yan!

"Ayan!" He grabbed Chen Yan with one hand, but he could only pass through the void lightly...

Before, he could meet Chen Yan.

"Brother, I really have to leave this time." A pure and gentle smile unique to a young man appeared on Chen Yan's face, "This path is different from other ways of acting...it will make you Life gets twisty and bumpy, but it might get you out of that.”

"Where are you going?" Chen Ling's face turned pale from the massive blood loss.

"Back to where I should be...and at the same time, I will become the cornerstone of your Shinto."

Chen Yan took a step back and fully displayed the divine way in front of Chen Ling.

His figure almost faded away, leaving only a voice lingering in Chen Ling's ears.

"If you follow this path, the world will belong to your brother."

"Chen Ling!! Stop quickly! You can't go on that road!!"

Chu Muyun's voice came quickly, but Chen Ling seemed to have not heard it.

Wearing a red opera robe, he stood at the starting point of the Shinto, slowly raised his right foot, and then...

Step on it.

Boom——! !

The moment his feet landed on the ground, the ribbon-like emptiness of the divine path solidified instantly, like a blood-red staircase ascending to the sky.

The next moment, the ladder to the sky quickly shrank towards Chen Ling's feet, and finally turned into nothingness...

That twisted divine way seems to have disappeared, or...

It is already at Chen Ling's feet.

Chu Muyun and his two men rushed to the scene, leaving Chen Ling standing alone with her head lowered.

"Chen Ling, didn't you hear what I called you just now?" Chu Muyun frowned and stepped forward. He was about to say something more when he suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" the shadow man asked.

Chu Muyun's voice sounded again.

The shadow man was stunned for a moment. He turned to look at Chu Muyun, only to find that the latter did not speak at all...

"What's wrong?" Immediately afterwards, his own voice sounded from the front.

The two of them looked forward at the same time,

A biting cold wind blew across the snow. The young man in the red opera robe had his back to the two of them, his neck twisted backwards strangely...

"Chen Ling, didn't you hear what I called you just now?"

"What's wrong?"

"Chen Ling, didn't you hear what I called you just now?"

"What's wrong?"

"Chen Ling, I just called you..."

The voices of Chu Muyun and the shadow man came out of Chen Ling's throat alternately. At the same time, his face kept switching between the two...

Yes, switch.

Chen Ling's face is like a calendar-like mask that can be torn off at will. Every time he speaks a word, he will look like the corresponding person. When he next speaks, he will automatically tear open a mask and become The appearance of another person.

Eyes, stubble, moles, voice, every detail was perfectly restored. The two of them felt creepy as they looked at the constant switching of their own faces on Chen Ling's face!

"He...what's wrong with him?" the shadow man said blankly.

"Generally speaking, stepping onto the Shinto means ascending to the 'first level', and every time you ascend a level, you will automatically master a corresponding path skill... His appearance should be the result of the first level skill of playing the Shinto of."

"The first level skill of Xi Shen Dao is face changing?"

"Diamond 7 told me that most of the first-level awakening skills of the Divine Act are [Thousand Faces], which is an extension of the actor's most basic disguise ability... Listening to the description, it is very similar to Chen Ling's current situation."

"Then why does he look sober?"

"His divine way is distorted, and the skills he awakened should also be distorted... If nothing else, he was backlashed by his own skills."

"I see... No wonder he kept imitating our speech just now."

"But he doesn't want to learn anymore..." Chu Muyun looked at Chen Ling who suddenly fell into silence, frowned and said, "I suddenly have a bad feeling..."

The shadow man was about to ask what the premonition was when Chen Ling looked up again...

A piece of skin was torn from his face.

On Chen Ling's neck, there was a huge black pistol barrel, locking the two of them.