I'm not a theatre god

He Lao held Bai He and pressed the button of the intercom in his hand.

"I am Hefeng."

There is no prefix or any number. As soon as these four simple words came out, the other side of the intercom immediately responded in a deep voice.

"What's the situation? I saw their names disappear from the photos... Even if that person is really [6 of Hearts], he is just a third-level person. How did he kill them?"

It could be heard that the person behind the intercom was also puzzled by the death of the two people, and the interval between the disappearance of the two people's names was only one minute, indicating that Chen Ling most likely killed two people in a row... This is even more weird.

"We've fallen into a trap." Mr. He's face was extremely ugly. "I'm on my way out of Liu Town now. You must remove the [circle] first, otherwise even I will die here!"

"What?!" The voice behind the intercom was startled.

"Listen to me, there is definitely more than one [6 of Hearts] in Liu Town. Everything is in chaos here. We heard the sound of opera singers, and then... quack quack... and then there was a shot... quack quack quack..."

Halfway through speaking, Mr. He made a weird rattling sound in his throat unconsciously, like some kind of steel gear turning, making a dull sound.

He froze in place.

"He Feng, what did you say?" The man behind the intercom asked in confusion, "You heard the sound of opera singing, and then what?"

"But... quack quack... bang... later..."

He Lao's voice became more and more weird, and in the end he couldn't say a word. At the same time, he only felt that his body was getting heavier and heavier, and even his fingers were unable to control it...

The walkie-talkie slipped from his stiff hand, quickly disappeared into the air, and finally fell to pieces on the ground with a thud.

At the same time, the white crane under his feet was flying harder and harder, as if it was carrying something extremely heavy. After flapping its wings twice with difficulty, it fell headlong to the ground!

Under He Lao's horrified eyes, he stiffly lowered his head and looked at his body. Unexpectedly, the surface of his skin had turned metallic luster, his limbs gradually transformed into some kind of wheels, and his round body began to grow edges little by little...

At this moment, for no reason, he suddenly heard the words that the turbaned figure said before his death:

"We... seem to have turned into cars?"

…

"The iron pulley turned into a human?"

Chen Ling rubbed her eyes and looked at the approaching seventh iron pulley in disbelief.

In his field of vision, the car was gradually turning into a human shape. Although it still looked like a car overall, the outline of a human face could be vaguely seen from the front of the car... eyes like rivets, wrinkles like cracks , like the ears of a handle;

Even Chen Ling could clearly see the fear and astonishment on that "face"!

If the previous stage affected reality, Chen Ling could barely get a rough idea, but the scene in front of him was completely beyond his understanding... Did the car turn into a person, or did the person turn into a car?

At this moment, the dividing line between drama and reality seems to be blurred, and the world becomes absurd and strange.

As this strange iron pulley approached, Gao Chong, who looked like a god of war in white clothes on the stage, slowly raised the gold-plated tiger head gun in his hand...

The tip of his spear was aimed at the face of the iron pulley.

Seeing this scene, He Lao, who looked like a man and a car, was extremely frightened. He frantically wanted to mobilize his skills to escape, but in this body, he could not sense the existence of any spiritual power.

He desperately tried to turn his wheels, draw an arc on the stage, avoid Gao Chong directly in front, and rush towards the audience in a panic.

At this moment, his eyes saw the figure in red in the first row in front of the stage, and he was slightly startled.

It's him? !

It’s [6 of Hearts] Chen Ling!

Seeing the face that was exactly the same as the one in the photo, He Lao recognized Chen Ling's identity. He never expected that the original target of execution would appear in front of him at this time.

So Chen Ling was hiding here from the beginning... No wonder I couldn't locate his location even if I took a photo.

Chen Ling's figure was reflected in He Lao's rivet-like eyes. After a brief hesitation, he was like a roaring train, crashing into Chen Ling in the audience at full speed!

His body was transformed into this state, and he was trapped on the stage for no apparent reason. It was estimated that it would be difficult for him to escape. Only by catching Chen Ling could he still be qualified to negotiate... No matter what, he could still escape before his death. Drag him into the water!

He Lao opened his mouth and seemed to be roaring Chen Ling's name, but all he made was a metallic sound.

Chen Ling, who was sitting in the front row, was shocked when he saw the monster iron pulley rushing towards him. It was too late to avoid it at this time, not to mention that there was Li Qingshan who was in meditation beside him.

Ode——!

Just when the iron pulley was about to jump out of the stage, a chiseled gold tiger head gun fell from the sky!

Under the shimmering spear tip, the hard iron pulley was as fragile as paper. A white figure stood at the edge of the stage, the gun light swept across, and split the iron pulley in half from the center!

Blood splattered, fragments shattered,

Under He Lao's horrified and painful eyes, his body fell apart and hit the stage heavily, making a dull sound.

Even the fragment that flew the farthest did not fall into the audience, but stopped firmly at the edge of the stage, without crossing the dividing line between performance and viewing.

He Lao was lying upside down on the stage, his eyes fixed on Chen Ling in the audience. Eventually, the consciousness in his eyes gradually faded away, completely turning into two rivets exuding metallic luster.

An "old" iron pulley just died on the edge of the stage.

Chen Ling's body was still in a tense state. He stared at this scene in a daze. It took him a moment to come back to his senses.

He looked up and saw a figure holding a spear, standing on the ruins of flesh and blood. The orange light behind him reflected a golden outline around him, like a white-clad war god.

On and off the stage, the two looked at each other for a moment.

The figure in white had a faint smile on his lips, then turned around and sang loudly to Wu Shu in the distance:

"He was crowded around and allowed to be harassed by the soldiers, no matter how hard he spread his wings, he would not be able to escape!"

He rushed back to the stage again with his gun in hand.

Chen Ling sat in the dim light and shadow under the stage, her red opera robe fluttering silently, as silent as a sculpture.

In the following performance, no other corpses appeared. Probably the enemies who came to hunt him had been wiped out. After a wonderful fighting scene, the performance also came to an end.

Although Chen Ling didn't understand much, she still sat there quietly until she watched the whole performance.

As a character who looked like Yue Fei finished singing the last words of the play, all the lights on the stage were extinguished, and the mist enveloped the dark stage again.

In this dead silence and darkness, the man in red was silent for a moment in the audience, slowly raising his hands...

Lonely and warm applause broke out.

Several figures walked slowly from the dark stage...