I'm not a drama god

"I?"

"Yes, if I'm not mistaken, the other soul in your body is also 'Wu Shen Dao'." Shen Nan said calmly,

"The combination of 'drama' and 'witchcraft' is [Nuo]... I can take this path, and you can certainly take it too. So theoretically speaking, as long as we make a special Nuo mask that can carry his soul and nurture it with witchcraft, the problem of two souls in one body will naturally be solved."

If it was before, Chen Ling would not understand what he said. But after he witnessed Shen Nan's past, he seemed to understand Shen Nan's thoughts...

Shen Nancheng became a Nuo because his father transferred his soul and the Wushendao into the Nuo mask, which allowed the opera and the witch to combine. Yao himself has no body, so as long as a Nuo mask is made, perhaps he can be transferred into it.

"If the Nuo mask can carry the soul, why do we need to make one specifically? Can't we just take an existing one and transfer the soul into it?"

"Not all Nuo masks can carry souls. There is a certain connection between Nuo masks and 'gods'... For example, Nuo masks for praying for rain are different from Nuo masks for exorcising evil spirits. Different masks represent different personalities. Wearing different masks will respond to different wishes...

In order to carry his soul, the Nuo mask must be absolutely closely connected to him, either made by him personally or made specifically for him, so any existing Nuo mask would not work."

As Shen Nan spoke, he arranged the tools on the table.

"We originally had a set of tools at home, but they were all damaged in an earthquake... Only here, some old-fashioned tools are still preserved."

"So, I need to make this Nuo mask myself?"

"You are the only one who knows the soul inside you best. You can't expect me to do it for you?"

“But I’ve never done it.”

"I can teach you."

Shen Nan pointed to the door lock he had just reshaped, "With your ability, you should be able to learn how to make Nuo masks quickly."

Chen Ling fell into silence.

It’s not that Chen Ling is unwilling to help Yao make the mask, but he doesn’t have the confidence to make a mask that truly belongs to Yao... He knows too little about Yao. After all, he is just an outsider who was parachuted into District 3 and has never even met Yao a few times. How can he make a mask that can be closely connected with Yao?

"tender……"

"Try it." Yao's voice sounded in his mind, seeming a little helpless, "You can't just let me do it myself...right?"

Yao now has no body, so even if he floats out, he can't get the tools. And Chen Ling standing on the stage can't let Yao take over the body. Now except Chen Ling, there is really no one else who can do it.

Chen Ling took a deep breath and said, "Okay, I'll try."

……

A car slowly stopped in front of the road.

"...Is this it?" Lu Xun turned his head to look at Yang Xiao who was sitting in the passenger seat.

"From the perspective of mobile phone signal positioning, this is indeed correct." Yang Xiao pointed to the fork in the road and said, "Just keep going forward from here."

"it is good."

Lu Xun drove the car towards the village.

"Why did Director Chen come to a place like this?" Su Zhiwei, who was sitting in the back row, looked around and asked in confusion.

"I don't know, maybe it's Director Chen's hometown?"

"Is his hometown here?"

"I don't know either... He never mentioned it himself." Yang Xiao paused for a moment, "Speaking of which, we don't know anything except that Director Chen's name is Chen Ling."

"He is a mystery in himself." Lu Xun narrowed his eyes slightly. "When we were in Shennongjia, I knew he must be extraordinary. He...how should I put it, it feels like he knows certain things will happen and has been guiding everything."

"And he seemed to have known for a long time that some changes would happen to us." Su Zhiwei added thoughtfully.

"In any case, he has no ill will towards us... As for the rest, we can ask more questions. If he is willing to answer, that would be the best."

The vehicle slowly drove into the village, causing the villagers to look around curiously. They drove around the village and finally drove into the open space of Chen Ling and his friend's old house amid many puzzled looks.

Lu Xun and the other two unbuckled their seat belts and got out of the car one after another. They looked at the two-story old house in front of them and fell into deep thought...

At the same time, a figure walked out of the house.

"Who are you?" Shen Nan looked at the uninvited guests suspiciously.

"...Shen Nan?"

Su Zhiwei took a few steps forward, and Shen Nan saw her and felt that she looked familiar.

"You are……"

"I'm Su Zhiwei."

"Su Zhiwei?" Shen Nan looked at her in surprise. "After not seeing you for so many years, you have really changed a lot... Why are you here? Is Mr. Xiao here too?"

"No, Miss Xiao didn't come, but she always missed you."

"Do you know each other?" Lu Xun naturally joined the conversation.

"Well, Shen Nan is the son of Master Shen Li. Something happened to his family back then, so he stayed at Teacher Xiao's house for a while... So, we were neighbors."

"So you are Shen Nan, nice to meet you."

Lu Xun naturally extended his hand, "I am Lu Xun. Although we have never met in person, I have often heard your name at the 749th Bureau."

"Oh it's you……"

Lu Xun has been dealing with Bureau 749 for many years, and even Shen Nan has heard of him, but at this point, seeing someone related to Bureau 749 still made him feel nervous.

"Are you here to arrest Destroyer? Or are you here to arrest me?"

"Neither. I no longer work for Bureau 749. We are Director Chen's friends."

With Su Zhiwei around, Shen Nan was not too wary of them. After all, Su Zhiwei was Xiao Lao's man, and Xiao Lao was indeed helping Chen Ling... So, Shen Nan's eyes fell on the last person.

"Who is this……"

Yang Xiao was not as sociable as Su Zhiwei and Lu Xun. He just stood silently at the back and stretched out his hand. "My name is Yang Xiao."

"Hello."

"So, where is Chen Ling?" Su Zhiwei finally asked.

Shen Nan turned around and pointed into the distance.

On the barren field, a figure sat on a small stool brought from somewhere, holding a piece of wood in one hand and a carving knife in the other, with his head down, lost in thought.

After a moment, he raised the carving knife, brought it down on the edge of the wood, and in just a few strokes he carved out the outline of a human head.

But he looked at it carefully for a long time, then shook his head. Strands of electric light flashed through his palms, and the wood in his hand was instantly reshaped and restored, as if it had not been carved at all.

After Chen Ling pondered for a long time, he raised the carving knife again...

This process was repeated six or seven times. After more than ten minutes, he still had a complete piece of wood in his hand, sitting in the field like a sculpture.

"..." Lu Xun was incredulous.

"What is he doing?"