I'm not a drama god

The door creaked slowly.

A man in red walked out of the deserted courtyard alone...

Even though his grandmother tried her best to keep him, Chen Ling did not stay at Li Qingshan's house for long, nor did he go inside to rest and wait for Li Qingshan to come back... He knew very well what the situation was like in Hongchen Main City now. Since Li Qingshan had chosen to go back, it would not be so easy for him to come out;

Or, you may never get out.

Chen Ling frowned. He didn't understand. Li Qingshan was only a second-level warrior. If he met an enemy from the Witch Association on the way, he could kill him... What was the point of him taking such a big risk to go back? Could a second-level warrior like him change the situation of the entire world? ?

Li Qingshan left, Kong Baosheng probably also returned to the main city, and Huang Suyue hasn't come yet... In the entire Jinghong Tower, except for him, no one else chose to take refuge in Liuzhen.

The drizzle hit Chen Ling's shoulders. As soon as he walked out of the door, he seemed to realize something and turned to look beside him.

I saw a figure at the door of Li Qingshan's house, peeking out furtively, as if eavesdropping. Suddenly, he saw me coming out, and the two looked at each other, feeling a little awkward...

"Tao, what are you doing here?" Chen Ling asked in a deep voice.

"Oh... I'm... " Jian Changsheng scratched his head and pretended to look around Xizhou, "I was looking for the toilet, but couldn't find it... I don't know how I got lost and ended up here."

"..."

Chen Ling narrowed her eyes slightly, "You followed me?"

"I'm not, I didn't..." Jian Changsheng found that he couldn't argue any further, so he just made up his mind and said through gritted teeth, "Yes, I did follow you, what? You want to fight with me?

The incident of you trying to kill me before is still not over. I failed to beat you the first two times, so you may not be able to beat me this time!"

Facing Jian Changsheng's provocation, Chen Ling had no interest in wasting time with him. She just walked through the rain and headed towards the people of the Dusk Society.

Jian Changsheng followed closely beside him, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke carefully:

"I just heard that your partner has returned to the main city?"

"……Correct."

"Aren't you going to help him?"

"Why should I go?" Chen Ling felt a surge of anger in his heart and frowned, "I told them before that Liu Town is the safest place, but they didn't come here themselves and insisted on going back to die! I don't understand what they are doing."

"Actually, it's not that hard to understand, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"They are people from the Red Dust Realm. They grew up here and they want to protect their home. Is there anything wrong with that?" Jian Changsheng spread his hands and hit the nail on the head.

Chen Ling was stunned for a moment.

"No... but they can't change anything... and it's meaningless? How can this be right..."

When Jian Changsheng heard this, his expression gradually became serious, and he slowly stopped:

"Red Heart... No, Chen Ling. Actually, I wanted to say this before. Ever since that crappy painting came out, something has been wrong with you."

The man in the bright red costume also stopped and looked at him with a frown.

"Although you used to be cold-hearted, you were not cold-blooded." Jian Changsheng said slowly, "Before in the Aurora Realm, you would get angry when you saw people freezing to death, chase Yan Shang because you couldn't stand the high price of coal, and turn back to rush into the disaster wave to save Han Meng... You still exude the brilliance of humanity.

But now... I only see absolute indifference and disgusting 'meaninglessness' in you.

If everything is meaningless as you said, then isn't everything you did in the Aurora Realm also meaningless? Han Meng, Wen Shilin, and your brother, are you going to deny their existence together? ! "

Chen Ling froze on the spot.

Jian Changsheng walked forward step by step, his eyes almost touching Chen Ling's face, his eyes flashing with doubt and anger.

"To be honest, I don't know when it started, but I felt your face was very unfamiliar... Your facial features were becoming increasingly blurred in my eyes, and you were losing your original characteristics bit by bit, turning into... into something I didn't know...

It seems like you are no longer the Heart 6 Chen Ling that I know. "

face……

Chen Ling's pupils shrank slightly.

He subconsciously took a half step back, as if he remembered something, and quickly walked to the edge of the river, looking down at the water.

Chen Ling was very familiar with this position and this action;

When he first came to the Red Dust Realm and was stained by the clown's white ash and lost all his skills, Chen Ling was also "looking at faces" here... Unexpectedly, after such a long time, he would be looking at the water here again.

But the psychological impact brought to Chen Ling this time was much stronger than the first time she played the role of a clown!

The red costume stood beside the withered willow branches. He stared blankly at his reflection in the river... It was a blurry face, not because of the shaking water surface, nor because of the turbid water quality.

But his face was really blurred.

The originally straight nose bridge, willow-leaf-like eye corners, fine spots on the cheeks... everything has disappeared. The face that originally belonged to "Chen Ling" is losing its recognition and is even gradually flattening, turning into a mass-produced face without any memorable points, like a template!

Chen Ling stared, rubbing the unfamiliar face vigorously with both hands. The touch of the skin and facial features was very familiar to Chen Ling, exactly the same as before, but for some reason, in his eyes and the eyes of others, his face was blurry...

Chen Ling grabbed the chin with her fingertips and tore it hard!

A face is floating in the air,

In the reflection on the water, there is still a blurry face.

"How could this happen...how could this happen?" Chen Ling murmured to himself.

He kept changing his face, one face after another flying above the river, but without exception, all the faces were blurry and featureless... It was as if... It was as if there was a layer of mysterious veil, blocking him from the world.

He is distancing himself from the world.

He is transforming from "Chen Ling" who is in the world to "audience" who is alone outside the world.

Was it a side effect of the Guernica incident? Was it the result of him being too involved in the "audience" and gradually losing his empathy? Was it the West Wall that was gradually becoming thicker, cutting him off from the world? !

At this moment, the reminder from the master that he had once ignored suddenly echoed in Chen Ling's ears!

"No matter in any scene, you are not an audience, but a real 'person'."

"Your existence is defined by yourself. If you give up your identity as a 'human', no one can save you..."

Chen Ling's hands, which were constantly tearing off the skin on his face, suddenly froze in the air.

He lowered his head stiffly, looked at the blurry reflection of his face in the water, and muttered to himself:

"I am... giving up my human characteristics?"