Chapter 382 The Stage and the Unreachable Wind and Rain

"What??"

"Dusk Society?? [Heart 6]?!"

"Him? That's the most wanted criminal [Heart 6]? He... He is actually in our Red Dust Realm?!"

Hearing what He Lao said, the other two were shocked.

"Red robe, face-changing, resurrection from the dead, strange and unpredictable style... These points overlap, it must be him." He Lao glanced at the two, "Now, do you still dare to look down on him?"

The other two shook their heads immediately.

The third-level Xishen Dao and the Dusk Society's [Heart 6] are completely two different concepts... No one dares to look down on a terrifying existence that almost destroyed a realm with his own strength.

He Lao leaned on his cane, looking at the black clouds slowly moving in the distance. The strong wind mixed with raindrops blew the hair of the three people flying...

He tapped the cane in his hand and slowly said:

"Let's go..."

"Today, kill [Heart 6]."

...

Huahuahuahua——

The heavy rain fell on Liu Town, and the willow branches on both sides of the river flew in disorder under the hurricane;

Dense ripples spread on the water, and a red shadow was blurred. He walked slowly along the shore. He held a plain oil-paper umbrella in his hand, which made a tapping sound under the raindrops.

"It should be in front..." Chen Ling muttered to himself as he looked at the foggy wilderness in front of him.

With Lin Xi's previous experience, Chen Ling specially found an umbrella without any pattern this time, and was always on guard around. After all, he didn't know when the enemy would arrive in Liu Town, and where they would jump out and give him a fatal blow.

Perhaps because of the wind and rain, there were no other figures on the road at this moment. Chen Ling walked alone on the bluestone slab, as quiet as if he was the only one left in the world.

He headed east, gradually away from the town, and there were fewer and fewer houses around him. At the same time, he could clearly feel a burning heat rising from his palm in his pocket...

Chen Ling pulled out his hand and found that it was the invitation letter that was emitting heat, especially the four big characters "Actor Wuming" signed on it, which were emitting a faint light.

"It seems that this thing is the key to enter the performance venue... Is it some kind of forbidden item, or is it because of the font on it?" Chen Ling thought.

Chen Ling held the invitation letter in his hand and continued to move forward in the wasteland.

Finally, as he took a step forward, ripples appeared in the air, as if there was some invisible curtain that was lifted up with his arrival.

Chen Ling suddenly stopped.

Heavy rain fell along the umbrella eaves of the oil-paper umbrella. Chen Ling looked through the water vapor at the invisible curtain that was fluttering slightly in front of him. Dense raindrops fell on it, but passed through it as if nothing was there.

"This is..."

Chen Ling tentatively stretched out his hand and reached forward. As his fingertips brushed past, the invisible curtain was also pulled up.

At the same time, the invitation in Chen Ling's hand was also extremely hot, as if someone was calling him behind the curtain.

"Only with an invitation can you enter behind the curtain..."

Chen Ling stood behind the fluttering space curtain with an umbrella. As if he had made up his mind, he took a deep breath and walked into it with big strides... The invisible curtain brushed Chen Ling's shoulders, and his figure disappeared out of thin air, as if he had arrived in another world.

The red dress disappeared in the rain curtain. Ten minutes later, a green dress also came from a distance.

Li Qingshan held an umbrella, his body was already wet by the wind and rain. He used his sleeves to protect the invitation letter, and his eyes, which were covered by rain, looked around with difficulty.

As he moved forward, the invitation in his hand began to glow and heat up, and he was finally guided to the invisible curtain.

"This..." Li Qingshan saw the dreamy curtain in front of him, and surprise appeared in his eyes,

"Really... This invitation is actually real?"

This was the first time that Li Qingshan was so close to a mysterious phenomenon. He fiddled with the curtain for a while with curiosity and worry. After looking around and seeing that there was no one, he walked in.

As Li Qingshan entered, the invisible curtain gradually disappeared in the rain, as if it had never appeared.

...

One foot stepped into the puddle, bringing drops of water to dissipate in the air.

Li Qingshan held an umbrella and looked around blankly... After passing through the invisible curtain, he was still in the wilderness of Liuzhen. Even if he looked back, the road he came from was very clear, as if the curtain just now was just an illusion.

But Li Qingshan knew clearly that it was not an illusion, because the rain in the sky passed through his body, but it seemed to pass through like nothing, as if he did not exist at all.

No... Rather than saying that he doesn't exist, it's better to say that the raindrops are no longer in the same world with him.

Li Qingshan could see the raindrops passing through the umbrella and through his body, but they couldn't leave a trace of moisture on him, just like some kind of holographic projection, which only had a superficial appearance but did not exist. Under the pouring of this heavy rain, the ground in front of him was still dry.

Seeing such a magical scene, Li Qingshan's doubts became more and more intense. He put away his umbrella and walked forward carefully.

In the wilderness in front of him, there stood a simple wooden stage.

From the outside, this was almost the most broken stage Li Qingshan had ever seen. Several wooden stakes were pierced into the ground as the foundation. The wood on the stage was worn and faded. On the pillars supported by a few lonely long sticks, the big red curtain danced lightly in the wind. Through the gaps between the curtains, you can even see the open-air backstage behind which was leaking air.

Li Qingshan's expression was a little subtle. He lowered his head to confirm the content of the invitation letter——

"Xidao Guzang sincerely invites you to witness the live performance of the boundary domain in the 380th year of the new calendar."

When he first saw this sentence, Li Qingshan subconsciously felt that this should be a very gorgeous and solemn performance, at least a hundred times better than the Huadu Opera Troupe, after all, it was the legendary "Xidao Guzang"... But when he saw the simple stage, his fantasy was shattered.

This is the most shabby stage Li Qingshan has ever seen.

Li Qingshan continued to look around. In front of the simple stage, there were two rows of equally simple wooden chairs, which should be where the audience sat, with a total of about a dozen seats.

The simple stage, the empty seats,

In the wind and rain that could not be touched by the sky,

The only red figure, quietly and lonely, sat in the front row.

Seeing that figure, Li Qingshan's eyes showed a touch of astonishment, and he tentatively said:

"Brother Lin...?"