I'm not a drama god

thump——

Thump-thump-thump! !

The pale spotlights lit up amidst the dull sounds, and the beams of light cut through the darkness like swords dropped from the sky, illuminating a corner of the dead silent stage...

In the center of the stage, a figure in a bright red robe that looked like a corpse remained motionless.

at this time,

Outside the narrow halo,

Shadow-like hands silently stretched out from under the stage. They were like soft, boneless water snakes, grabbing the hem of the bright red robe and dragging it slowly into the darkness under the stage...

rustle--

The bright red costume was dragged from the center of the stage to the edge by those hands. The hem of the costume rubbed against the old floor, making a slight sound... but even so, the figure still did not wake up.

His breath was already as weak as a thread, his face was as pale as paper under the spotlight, and his eyes were tightly closed, as if he was having a horrible nightmare.

And next to the path where he was dragged, the display screen was still flashing!

[Current expected value: 5%]

【warn!warn! 】

[The audience begins to participate in the performance! 】

Many shadow hands, like countless evil demons from the abyss, emerged from under the stage. As Chen Ling's body approached, their number increased...

With the light from the edge of the spotlight, one could barely see that these shadows were actually climbing onto the stage one by one, shoulder to shoulder, like a tide!

Under the drag of these hands, Chen Ling's body was suspended from the edge of the stage, her palms, forearms, shoulders, torso...

Finally, he flipped over and fell under the stage.

The moment he fell, the darkness below the stage seemed to boil. Countless black shadows crowded together madly, as if they were fighting for something. Pairs of scarlet eyes were like a sea of ​​maggots that made one's scalp tingle, surging endlessly!

The bright red robe disappeared into the black shadows, and Chen Ling's skin color continued to darken, as if the night was spreading... Not only that, even his facial features were visibly blurred and faded. Within just a dozen seconds, he completely turned into a shadow like the other audience members, lost in the audience.

at the same time,

An "audience member" put on a bright red costume, struggled to crawl out from countless shadows, stepped on the bodies of his companions, and crawled towards the stage little by little!

Finally, its fingertips grasped the edge of the stage, and it used all its strength to prop up its body and rise up...

Then he rolled onto the old wooden board in a panic.

He got on stage!

With a dull sound of rotation, the light on the stage quickly gathered, and his figure finally appeared under the spotlight... The corners of his ferocious scarlet mouth rose unconsciously, and he stood up shakily, opening his arms...

His bright red robe fluttered on the stage as he stood in the spotlight, as if announcing to the world that he was the new master of the stage!

……

Gray world.

Several figures slowly stopped at the edge of the broken wilderness.

Under the lead-gray clouds, the originally boundless wilderness has been shattered... Countless skeletons floated up into the sky from the ground. They were all disasters that had been active in this area, from the second and third levels to the seventh and even eighth levels. At a glance, there were hundreds of them, covering the entire sky in black.

In addition, the earth looked like a toy that had been ravaged by humans. Hundreds of hideous gullies were located on it, and the mountains and underground rocks were suspended in the air. Some had turned into thin scarlet paper, while others seemed to come alive, strangely growing legs, wings, eyes... floating aimlessly in the air.

"This... is this the Sighing Wilderness?" Mojiao said in disbelief, "It's too abstract..."

"A world-destroying battle is no joke." Senior Brother Ning Ruyu replied seriously.

"Xi Zai tried to pull Chao Zai back to his home turf, which could indeed suppress Chao Zai's power to the greatest extent... but at the same time, there was a price to pay."

"So who wins in the end?"

"That... you'll have to ask the master."

The Westerners turned their heads at the same time and looked at the young man in opera costume who was sitting casually on the stone.

The master glanced at the direction of the Sighing Wilderness and replied slowly, "Of course, Lao Liu won."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"However, Xizai has the advantage of being at home after all. Although he was defeated, he is not dead... Chaozai was also injured. Judging from the time, he will probably break out soon."

"Master, our junior brother has released Chaoszai, so will the one who comes back in the end... be him?" Ning Ruyu asked the question that all the fellow disciples were most concerned about.

The master chuckled.

"I promised Lao Liu that I would help him solve any problem he encountered." The master said calmly, "The word has been spread. Even if it's not him who comes back this time... it has to be him."

As soon as this sentence came out, many brothers and sisters immediately felt relieved.

They looked at each other and were about to say something, but the master resting on the rock waved his hand and said:

"Okay, you guys hurry back... that guy will be out soon. If you stay, not only will you be of no help, but you will also be in danger. Let's go, let's go."

"Understood, we'll go now."

"Then I'll leave my junior brother to Master... If he comes back, remember to remind him to report his safety to Xidao Ancient Tibetan."

Ning Ruyu, Luan Mei, Wen Renyou, and the last Westerner saluted to their master at the same time, and without any hesitation, they transformed into streams of western light and rushed towards the direction of the ancient Xidao treasure house.

After they left, the air fell into deathly silence.

The smile on the master's face as he lay on the stone gradually faded, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness and solemnity... He stood up and looked into the depths of the Sighing Wilderness, as if he was on high alert.

"……Um?"

At this moment, he seemed to sense something and his expression became a little strange.

The master raised his hand and grabbed in the void, and a curtain was pushed aside. After he groped for a moment, a figure crossed hundreds of miles of space and was dragged out of the curtain of void by his head.

He was a young man covered in wounds, with the murderous aura of the ancient God of War emanating from him. But at this point he was barely able to breathe and was even unsteadily walking.

Seeing this figure, the master couldn't help but sigh:

"They are fighting, why do you have to come and join in the fun? They have all recovered to the ninth level, what about you? You have nothing to do..."

The master swung his palm and chopped towards Jian Changsheng's neck. At this time, Jian Changsheng, whose eyes were dark, reacted very quickly and subconsciously wanted to fight back. However, perhaps because he was seriously injured, his speed was still a little slow...

As the master's palm hit him, the power of Xishendao rushed into his body, and the latter's eyes rolled back and he fainted on the spot.

After doing all this, the master raised his head again and looked forward...

His brows furrowed slightly.

At the end of the fragmented horizon, a figure holding a big red paper umbrella was walking slowly towards here;