I'm not a drama god

"Painting Zhu Yan..."

In the theater, Chen Ling muttered these three words, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

Painting the red face is the unique skill of the Red King. When Chen Ling was performing in the ancient Tibetan opera, he used the eye makeup painted by Chen Yan for him as an anchor point and had a face of his own... But a face is only a face, not a mask, so how can it become a Nuo mask that carries the dual gods of opera and witchcraft?

"The essence of Nuo is the combination of drama and witchcraft. Your painted red face already has Ah Yan's drama spirit... As long as my witch spirit is engraved on it, it will become the only Nuo mask in the world."

"Engrave the Wushen Dao on it?" Chen Ling seemed to realize something, "Oh, you..."

Yao smiled slightly,

"Have you forgotten? The original purpose of our learning Nuo was to solve the problem of two souls in one body... Now, the best solution has appeared. As long as I become a part of Hui Zhuyan, I can not only solve the problem of two souls in one body, but also help you master the 'Sacrificial Dance'... There is no more perfect ending than this, right?"

"But resolving the dual souls in one body should not come at the cost of your life!"

"I would have died a long time ago."

Yao looked into Chen Ling's eyes seriously and repeated, "I would have died a long time ago... If it weren't for you, I would be dead now. It is you who gave me and A Yan more possibilities.

Moreover, merging my soul into Hui Zhuyan is not my true death. I just changed into another form to accompany you and A Yan."

Chen Ling opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say...

The loss of control of Chao Zai and the death of his senior brother had already made his mind extremely confused. At this moment, facing Yao's farewell, his mind went blank...

"I have seen everything you have been through during this period. No one can understand your pain and sorrow better than me..."

Yao gently raised his hand, and the figure in the gray coat gradually dimmed in the void. A pure purple light began to bloom on his index finger, and the aura of Wushendao spread rapidly.

"Don't feel sad for me, and don't blame yourself. You didn't do anything wrong... Ah Yan chose to lend you his power, and I just made the same choice."

As Yao's finger lightly tapped Chen Ling's brow, a shining purple was imprinted on it, and dense witchcraft patterns instantly spread around, like the ghost patterns on a Nuo mask, three-dimensional and mysterious.

【Painting the Red Face】, the second stroke.

At the same time, the apricot eye makeup drawn by Chen Yan himself was immediately outlined.

The aura of drama and witchcraft blended on Chen Ling's face, and a terrifying aura erupted with Chen Ling as the center! !

Chen Ling's pupils were already filled with purple. He felt as if the second anchor point was engraved deep in his heart. A mysterious force seemed to transcend time and space, pulling his consciousness to the end of the world...

The originally dim auditorium receded like a tide, and Chen Ling seemed to be in the boundless void. Yao's figure floated in front of him and was disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"tender!!"

Chen Ling called out his name and reached out to grab him, but her hand only penetrated into nothingness.

"After I leave, there will be no one to talk to you in this theater..." Yao looked at him quietly, like a brother or close friend who was about to go on a long journey, his eyes were full of worry and reluctance.

"No matter what happens, you must remember that there may be thousands of consciousnesses, but there is not only one person behind you..."

"Ayan and I will always be your strength."

Yao's figure completely disappeared into nothingness, and the complete Wushendao was also engraved on Chen Ling's [Hui Zhuyan]. The face with purple lines and almond eyes let out a roar, as if roaring at the malice and injustice of fate.

The auras of the witch and the play intertwined with each other, and Chen Ling's figure rose rapidly in the void. After a moment, a huge altar was outlined on the other side of the void...

A place for worshipping gods.

The power of Nuo successfully allowed Chen Ling to reconnect with the place of sacrifice. Perhaps because the drama and the witch were combined this time, Chen Ling could feel that the connection was even clearer and stronger than the previous two times!

Chen Ling, wearing a bright red opera robe, was suspended in front of the divine sacrifice site, as small as a speck of dust...

What he is facing is no longer a specific place, but the collection of all human "sacrifices" from ancient times to the present, a corner of the pyramid of human civilization.

"bring it on……"

Chen Ling looked at the center of the divine sacrifice site, Shen Nan's words echoed in his mind, and he murmured softly,

"When people are in trouble, there is Nuo..."

"As long as it can help those around me get through this hardship, I am willing to pay any price...including my life."

Chen Ling's eyes were filled with unprecedented madness and determination. The eldest brother died, and Yao also sacrificed himself for it. He finally had this one chance to take everything back... No matter what the cost, he had to move forward.

As the light of the divine sacrifice site gradually brightened, the power of [Nuo] emanated from Chen Ling's body. Distorted drama and witchcraft intertwined around him. He slowly raised his hand and grabbed his face with five fingers...

Red and black flames ignited at Chen Ling's fingertips. As his five fingers pressed on the thin skin, the two-color flames jumped rapidly!

A hideous Nuo mask gradually replaced his face!

……

"Bad luck..."

Jian Changsheng was silent for a long time and then smiled bitterly.

He looked at the strange black figure not far away and the corpses scattered on the ground under his feet that he had killed with his own hands. In his mind, he seemed to have imagined the madness and pain that Chen Ling felt after seeing everything... He had spent the longest time with Chen Ling and knew what kind of person that guy was. If he knew that he had killed his own senior brother with his own hands, he would probably be so desperate that he would commit suicide.

Jian Changsheng slowly raised the pendant in his hand and placed it under the hazy starlight, which seemed to be shining brightly.

"Heitao, do you want the Tongtian Star Position or not?"

"..."

"If you want, I'll go grab it for you!"

"..."

"From now on, we will change your life for you..."

"..."

The figure in the bright red robe surged in Jian Changsheng's mind, gradually overlapping with the strange figure in the ruins.

The black leather jacket swayed silently in the wind. Jian Changsheng seemed to have made up his mind and spoke calmly:

"My fate was changed by Red Heart, and this pendant was also given to me by him... In the final analysis, this luck was never meant for me."

"In that case..."

"Just give this luck back to him."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jian Changsheng clenched the pendant in his hand, his eyes flashing with brilliance, as if he was using all his strength to throw it to the ground!

boom--! !

Under the hazy starlight, the silver pendant instantly exploded into specks of stardust. Jian Changsheng's luck was smashed to pieces by his own hands at this moment. The inky bad luck was like a wave, swallowing up his figure bit by bit.

next moment,

A terrifying murderous aura that made one's scalp tingle, like a black torch, rushed into the sky! !