Chapter 40: Distorted Drama

One by one, cinnabar colored glazes fell on the snow, and the divine light flowed, like the bright stars scattered in the world.

"This is..." Chen Ling was stunned.

"Brother, do you know... that red star represents 'drama'." Chen Yan raised his head, looked at the gradually retreating sacred road in the sky, and slowly said, "Since the day I started to learn drama by myself, I occasionally sensed its existence... It wanted to take me away, but I didn't want to go.

Every time it went away, I would leave a piece of it. I thought that when I saved enough, maybe I could take you and my parents to the place it pointed to, and see what the end of the 'drama' is...

It's a pity that I only saved thirty-six pieces in the end."

"Now... I can't go."

Chen Yan smiled helplessly, he slowly grabbed all the cinnabar colored glazes, and swung them hard towards the retreating sacred road in the sky!

The next moment, countless divine lights bloomed from these fragments of the Shinto, intertwined rapidly in mid-air, and reunited into a ribbon-like ethereal Shinto, chasing after the retreating Shinto!

"Brother, you have to live... What is the end of the Drama Road? Can you go and see for me?"

The two pieces of the Shinto collided in mid-air, and the brilliant divine light lit up the sky!

"Drama Shinto", reconnected;

The cinnabar stars in the sky never thought that their Shinto could be forcibly left behind. The divine light trembled in mid-air, as if trying to pull it back...

At the other end of the Shinto, the young man Chen Yan stood there quietly. Even though his body looked thin and frail, he was so powerful, transcendent, and stable in his talent for "Drama Road".

He nailed the starting point of the Drama Shinto in front of Chen Ling!

The Shinto had abandoned Chen Ling,

But Chen Yan had not;

"What happened?"

Outside the house, the shadow man and Chu Muyun looked up at the sky in astonishment. Under the cinnabar stars, a broken road was being repaired at a rapid speed!

"Why was the Shinto fixed?"

"It chose Chen Ling? How is this possible?!"

Even Chu Muyun, who was always calm and wise, couldn't help but widen his eyes. The two of them carefully scanned the area around Chen Ling in the center of the house, but found nothing unusual... In their field of vision, they could not see anything.

"Wait... something is not right!"

"What's wrong?"

"That Xishen Road is not right, it's twisted... I've never seen a Shinto road like this."

"What will happen if you walk on a twisted Shinto road?"

"If a road has its signs tampered with, who knows where its final destination is? Heaven? Or... hell?"

"You mean..."

"Go stop him!! Don't walk on that twisted Shinto road!!!"

Two figures rushed towards the house!

Chen Ling stared blankly at Chen Yan standing on Xishen Road. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but his figure seemed to fade a little bit...

"A Yan... A Yan!"

Chen Ling's pupils shrank slightly. He didn't know where he got the strength from, but he pulled his shoulder out of the skeleton cage little by little. The sharp bone tip tore through the flesh and blood, and the scarlet blood dripped down his arm to the ground, and soon gathered into a pool of blood.

He gritted his teeth, but couldn't help but howl. After more than ten seconds, he finally broke free from the cage and stumbled towards Chen Yan!

"A Yan!" He grabbed Chen Yan with one hand, but could only pass through the void lightly...

Before, he could always meet Chen Yan.

"Brother, I really have to go this time." Chen Yan's face showed a pure and gentle smile that only a teenager could, "This road is different from other theatrical paths... It will make your life tortuous and bumpy, but it may help you get rid of those things."

"Where are you going?" Chen Ling's face turned pale due to heavy blood loss.

"Return to where I should be... At the same time, I will become the cornerstone of your path."

Chen Yan took a step back and completely displayed the path in front of Chen Ling.

His figure almost faded away, leaving only a voice lingering in Chen Ling's ears.

"Take this road, and the world will belong to my brother."

"Chen Ling!! Stop! You can't take that road!!"

Chu Muyun's voice came quickly, but Chen Ling seemed to be deaf.

He was wearing a bright red costume, standing at the starting point of the sacred road, slowly raised his right foot, and then...

stepped on it.

Boom! !

As his feet landed on the ground, the ribbon-like sacred road instantly solidified, like a blood-red staircase ascending to the sky.

The next moment, this staircase to heaven shrank rapidly towards Chen Ling's feet, and finally turned into nothingness...

The twisted sacred road seemed to have disappeared, or...

It was already under Chen Ling's feet.

Chu Muyun and the others rushed to the scene, leaving Chen Ling alone with his head down, standing there.

"Chen Ling, didn't you hear me calling you just now?" Chu Muyun frowned and walked forward, and just as he was about to say something else, he suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" The shadow man asked.

Chu Muyun's voice sounded again.

The shadow man was stunned for a moment, he turned his head to look at Chu Muyun, but found that the latter did not speak at all...

"What's wrong?" Then, his own voice sounded from the front.

The two looked forward at the same time,

A piercing cold wind blew across the snow, and the young man in the red robe turned his back to the two of them, his neck twisted strangely backwards...

"Chen Ling, didn't you hear me calling you just now?"

"What's wrong?"

"Chen Ling, didn't you hear me calling you just now?"

"What's wrong?"

"Chen Ling, I just called you..."

The voices of Chu Muyun and the shadow man came out of Chen Ling's throat, and at the same time, his face kept switching between the two...

Yes, switching.

On Chen Ling's face, it was as if there was an extra mask that could be torn off at will like a calendar. Every time he said a word, he would become the corresponding person's appearance. When he said the next word, he would automatically tear off a piece and become another person's appearance.

Eyes, stubble, moles, voice, every detail was perfectly restored. The two looked at Chen Ling's face constantly switching between their own faces, and felt a chill down their spines!

"He...what's wrong with him?" The shadow man asked blankly.

"Generally speaking, stepping onto the path of the gods means reaching the 'first level', and every time you reach a level, you will automatically master a corresponding path skill... His appearance should be caused by the first level skill of the path of the gods."

"The first level skill of the path of the gods is face-changing?"

"Square 7 told me that most of the skills awakened in the first level of the path of the gods are [Thousand Faces], which is the most basic extension of the disguise ability of the actors... From the description, it is very similar to Chen Ling's current situation."

"Then why does he look a little unclear?"

"His path of the gods is distorted, and the awakened skills should also be distorted... If nothing unexpected happens, he was backfired by his own skills."

"So that's it... No wonder he kept imitating us just now."

"But he doesn't learn it now..." Chu Muyun looked at Chen Ling who suddenly fell silent, frowned and said, "I suddenly have a bad feeling..."

The shadow man was about to ask what the premonition was, and Chen Ling looked up again...

A piece of skin was torn off his face.

On Chen Ling's neck, a huge black pistol barrel locked the two.