I'm not a drama god

"Oh...when will you come back?"

"In the afternoon, come back for dinner."

"it is good."

After saying that, Chen Ling in cotton clothes looked at Chen Yan deeply, turned around, pushed the door and left.

The old wooden door creaked, and Chen Ling in cotton coat passed by a small mirror on the wall and subconsciously stopped… Chen Ling looked at Chen Ling in the mirror, and seeing the haggard and pale face, he felt mixed emotions.

At such a close distance, Chen Ling could see all the details on that face... It was a gray face, as if radiating pain and suffering from the inside out. Although Chen Ling could not read faces, anyone who saw this face could tell that his life was about to end. This was the face of a dying person.

Congenital heart disease...can it torture a person to this extent?

When Chen Ling from District 3 saw his own appearance at this moment, his gaze couldn't help but waver, but after a long silence, a look of determination still appeared in his eyes.

He wrapped his worn cotton coat tightly around himself and stepped out of the door. The scattered snowflakes were carried by the cold wind and blew past his face, instantly freezing his pale face red...

It was around five o'clock, and the sky was still dark. Under the dark night sky, the young man stood alone in the wind and snow, his breath condensed into white mist.

He took a deep breath, lowered his head and walked forward along the street, his footprints extending to the end of the street...

rustle……

Before he walked too far, a melodious opera voice came from the house behind him, echoing among the dim broken snow.

"The ice wheel on the island begins to turn and the Jade Rabbit is seen. The Jade Rabbit rises in the east again. The ice wheel leaves the island, the sky is exceptionally bright, the bright moon is in the sky, just like Chang'e leaving the Moon Palace. I am like Chang'e leaving the Moon Palace..."

The young man in cotton clothes stopped in the snow and looked back.

"This kid..."

After a while, he smiled helplessly and continued walking towards Area 2.

By the time they crossed Frost Street, Chen Yan's voice could no longer be heard. District 3 Chen Ling was holding a kerosene lamp and walking along the road. The dim light tore open a corner of the night...

At this moment, an unhealthy flush suddenly appeared on his face, and he staggered and fell to the ground.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

Amid violent coughing, blood gushed out from his fingertips and splattered on the pale snowfield.

But the strange thing was that the blood was not red, but black, with wisps of strange aura wafting out of it. Even Chen Ling, who was possessed by him at the moment, frowned instantly!

wrong……

Even if it is a congenital heart disease, it will not change the color of the blood, right?

Moreover, Chen Ling actually felt a very familiar breath in the blood... Thinking carefully, Chen Ling's pupils suddenly contracted.

He remembered that before he was about to embark on the Twisted Drama Shinto, three Shinto stars had extended olive branches to him, the black Shento of Soldiers, the red Shento of Drama, and a purple star… At that time, Chen Ling did not know what the purple star represented, but later when he came into contact with the Witchcraft Association in the Red Dust Realm, he realized that it was the Shinto star representing the Witch Shinto.

If his talent in the way of the god of war came from himself, and his talent in the way of the god of drama came from Chen Yan, then where did the star of the way of the god of witches that lit up in the sky at that time come from?

"……It's you?"

Chen Ling looked at the young man in cotton clothes vomiting blood in the snow and murmured to himself, "I was chosen by Wushendao... because of you?"

No wonder a burst of purple light burst out from Chen Ling in District 3 when he escaped from the True Self Mirror last time. If he thought about it carefully, it might be related to the Wushen Dao!

But Chen Ling didn’t understand. Even if District 3 Chen Ling had been favored by Wushendao, it wouldn’t be possible for Wushendao’s aura to be hidden in his blood…

While Chen Ling was puzzled, the young man in cotton clothes slowly stood up from the pool of black blood. After wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face became paler in the wind and snow.

He took a deep breath, dragged his heavy body, and walked forward slowly.

Chen Ling remembered the road from District 3 to District 2. This road was long and steep. It was difficult to walk even on a sunny day, let alone on a snowy day before dawn. Moreover, Chen Ling's physical condition was so poor in District 3...

Just when Chen Ling was worried whether he could reach the destination, the young man in cotton clothes changed direction and arrived at a small and inconspicuous hill.

He walked around the hill with ease and finally came to a bare tree trunk. After looking around Xi Zhou, he slowly dug in the snow with his hands...

"here it is……"

When Chen Ling saw this familiar place, she was suddenly stunned.

Although it was covered by the snow at the moment, Chen Ling could still recognize it at a glance. This was the place where he and Chen Yan were buried after they were killed!

The cold wind whimpers, the snow falls;

The young man in the old cotton-padded jacket dug through the thick snow with his hands, revealing a wooden board. The moment he took the board away, Chen Ling's eyes were filled with surprise.

Under the wooden board is a small storage pit.

As Chen Ling from District 3 coughed, he took out the items one by one. A dazzling array of items were placed on the snow... a black hen that had been dead for who knows how long, a tattered branch of unknown material, a container filled with a mysterious liquid that emitted a foul odor, a cross tied with unknown bones, and bags and bags of countless animal hearts...

Perhaps because they have been buried under the snow all the time, these things have been frozen, have not rotted, and have no strong smell, and are preserved very well.

After doing all this, District 3 Chen Ling rested for a long time before getting up again, unplugging the container of the mysterious liquid, and pouring it little by little on the snow.

These liquids soaked into the snow, as black as ink, and intertwined into some mysterious and complex circular patterns. Chen Ling in District 3 was very careful, and each drop fell precisely where he expected. About three minutes later, a black formation with a radius of more than a meter appeared completely on the snow.

Then, he began to place the branches, hens, crosses, and a large number of animal hearts in the corresponding positions of the formation... like a strange and crude sacrificial ceremony.

The young man in cotton clothes stood in the center of the formation and slowly raised his head. Under the dim sky with flying snow, a purple star was looming.

"I'll trust you once..."

"If this damn thing really works, I am willing to give you everything... If my illness shows no signs of recovery after the ritual, then those dreams will just be dreams... I will no longer believe in witches, nor will I accept the things you instill in me."

"My parents said they have contacted a famous doctor in District 2 who can replace my heart... Even if it fails this time, I still have a chance to survive."

Chen Ling's murmurs were heard from District 3.

Hearing these words, Chen Ling, who was attached to him, was filled with doubts.