I'm not a drama god

In the world of nothingness, a figure in red is flying rapidly with an 8 of plum blossoms on its back!

All the "arrows" were spinning out of control, and the burning woman roared ferociously, following closely behind the two of them. Even if Chen Ling pushed Yun Bu to the extreme, she could only barely keep up with them.

Om-!

A buzzing sound came from the void, and in the darkness above Chen Ling's head, wisps of light gradually opened.

These haloes condense into lines, gradually spreading in all directions to the west, and outline into mysterious patterns bit by bit, like reflections projected from a very far distance, as if they are close at hand, but out of reach.

Seeing these patterns, Chen Ling suddenly felt a little familiar.

"Is this... the relief on that door? Why does it appear here?"

"It's the Second Hall." Plum Blossom 8, as a member of the hall, naturally understands what's going on. "He is borrowing the Qingshen Dao foundation from "Guernica" to open the entrance to the domain left by the chief. No wonder he let The whole painting is in disarray..."

"That door actually needs Dao Ji to help open it?"

"Don't underestimate that door. It was cast by the chief together with the first batch of floating paintings halls... Without the key, even the demigods can't open it easily." Plum Blossom 8 looked at the outline of nothingness. The relief pattern, continued,

"This door can be regarded as the crystallization of the first batch of palaces. It is not only extremely powerful in defense, but also allows consciousness to cover the entire world of mortals after activation. However, generally only the second palace and the third palace have the authority to do so."

When Chen Ling heard this, confusion appeared in her eyes.

In the world of mortals, there is a saying that there are gods with their heads raised three feet high. Moreover, residents in the world seem to think of the sky when they mention floating paintings... Chen Ling clearly remembers that the main city encountered the intersection of the gray world before. At that moment, the gaze of the Second Hall seemed to fall from the sky, sealing all the intersections in one breath. Even members of Fu Sheng Hui, no matter where they are in the world of mortals, can make the ink thunder of the Third Hall accurately strike down as long as they report their coordinates...

Now it seems that the relief gate itself is the secret weapon for the two palaces to control the world of mortals at a macro level.

"But I don't understand..." Plum Blossom 8 frowned, "What happened outside that made the Second Palace need to open the door so urgently?"

"I should know something about this..."

Chen Ling briefly described the news of the battle in the realm to Plum Blossom 8. Plum Blossom 8 has been locked up here since she arrived in the world of mortals. She doesn’t know anything about the Wuji Realm. After hearing this, she was extremely shocked.

"War in Realm?! Is Mr. Wuji crazy?!"

"It's no longer time to discuss this." Chen Ling glanced at Western Zhou Dynasty and saw that in addition to the burning woman, two more out-of-control characters were rushing toward them. "What we want to think about now is how to save our lives. ”

""Guernica" has fallen into disorder, and the painting itself has begun to reject it. We have no other choice but to delay it as long as possible."

Chen Ling's peripheral vision locked onto several surrounding characters at the same time. She passed through the extreme gap. A red opera robe was like an afterimage passing through the void, followed by several huge shadows roaring behind them!

"Aren't you level six? Can't you deal with these things?"

"They are the souls of pain and resentment in the paintings. They are not affected by any external force. Forget about me, even the other palaces can't hurt them at all."

"Damn it...then there is no other way? If this situation continues, we will be surrounded sooner or later."

Plum Blossom 8 stared at her palm for a long time and gritted her teeth:

"I'll show you the way."

"Where?"

"There is a character whose existence is very special...it does not move and has a suppressing effect on other characters. Other characters dare not approach it easily. Although its emotional influence is the strongest here, if we enter it area, at least to ensure that you are not torn into pieces.”

"Okay, which way?"

Chen Ling didn't hesitate at all and chose to believe in Plum Blossom 8's plan. Compared with some illusory emotional effects, life-saving was definitely the most important thing. He doesn't have enough audience expectations now, but he must not die.

Under the guidance of the 8 of Plum Blossoms, Chen Ling quickly approached somewhere in the void while dealing with the characters chasing behind her.

As for the 8 of Plum Blossoms, it was obvious that she was on the verge of collapse due to mental torture. Although she was a sixth-level person, she didn't even have the strength to run in the void at this moment. She could only lie obediently on Chen Ling's back, like a young man whose oil lamp had run out. .

"By the way, why aren't you affected by the emotions of those things?"

"Who says it won't affect you?" Chen Ling concentrated on escaping and responded, "It's just that it's not as serious as you."

"But this is how a normal person would react in Guernica."

"You said I'm abnormal??"

"You..." Plum Blossom 8 paused, then spoke again, "You are indeed not normal, at least in terms of emotions."

"...Maybe it's because of my poor ability to empathize." Chen Ling thought for a moment, "Since that thing appeared in my body, I rarely empathize with others...Maybe it's because of my cold nature. '?"

"No wonder." Meihua 8 glanced at Chen Ling's opera robes and said half-complainingly, "You are really a ruthless actor."

"It can't be said to be heartless. My other feelings are fine, but it's hard to resonate with other people's emotional changes... It's like... It's like..." Chen Ling tried to describe her feelings to Meihua 8, but she couldn't. There is no suitable description.

"Like an 'audience'?" Plum Blossom 8 suddenly said.

This sentence fell in Chen Ling's ears, like a flash of lightning flashing across him. He was stunned for a long time before he nodded stiffly.

"Yep."

Plum Blossom 8 did not ask any further questions. He just lay on Chen Ling's back and looked at Chen Ling deeply, his eyes extremely complex.

"In any case, your 'cool nature' is now our life-saving straw." Plum Blossom 8 said, "I tried to get close to that character, but failed... I couldn't bear its emotions, nor could I be in it. Leave a mark on my body. If I faint after a while, I will have to rely on you."

"let me try."

While the two were talking, two or three more characters surrounded them. Behind the big red opera robe, there were already a group of dark abstract characters following behind. Some were horses pierced by spears, some were giant faces with ferocious faces, and some were... The mother holding the child... They gathered together in ferocious pain, and the surging emotions were like huge waves, about to submerge the two of them.

Finally, when Chen Ling was about to run out of energy, a huge figure gradually appeared in his field of vision.