Chapter 385 Stage
"Operation sound? Where did the opera sound come from?"
The figure wearing a black turban asked in confusion, "He Lao, did you hear it?"
He Lao leaned on a cane and shook his head slightly, "No."
"No, it really was there!" The young man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth while gesticulating with his hands and feet, "The sound was so close, it felt like it was right next to my ear... What did I hear him singing, 'Soldiers and Banners'? 'Swords and Spears Surrounded'?"
The turbaned figure frowned, he pricked up his ears and listened carefully again, but there was nothing around except the sobbing wind and the sound of falling raindrops.
"There is no sound like what you said... You must have heard it in an auditory hallucination."
"But..."
"Something is wrong." He Lao stared at the blank drawing paper with his eyes and suddenly spoke.
"What's wrong?"
"It's clearly within the range of the [circle], but [Leave a Shadow] can't confirm the location of [Heart 6], which means that the place where he is is probably not in this space... And in the process of tracing, you said you heard the sound of drama..."
He Lao frowned more and more, and he was about to say something, when a small dot suddenly appeared on the blank drawing paper.
"Huh? This is..."
The young man staggered to his feet, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
The small dot in the center of the drawing paper began to enlarge at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if something was flying out of it. A gun shadow occupied most of the drawing paper in the blink of an eye, piercing through the paper, and throwing out like lightning!
At this moment, He Lao's shout suddenly rang out:
"Be careful!!!"
Song——! !
The gun shadow pierced the young man's chest with a bang, and the terrifying kinetic energy rushed his body into the heavy rain!
"He Lao, help..." The young man's terrified cry for help rang out, and the next moment it stopped abruptly.
The gun shadow appeared too quickly, and the angle was extremely tricky and strange. Even the old man He and the turbaned figure who were close at hand could not react. When they saw what happened, the gun shadow had already disappeared again with the young man!
Crash--
The rain irrigated the ruins as usual. Both the gun shadow and the young man disappeared like ghosts... The three people who were still thinking about tracking Chen Ling a few seconds ago were left with only two people standing alone under the bridge.
If it weren't for the blood of the young man on the ground, the turbaned figure almost thought it was just an illusion... Until now, he has not recovered from the shadow of the gun.
"He, old man He... what was that just now..." He stared blankly at the direction where the young man disappeared, and spoke with a trembling voice.
The old man He turned his head suddenly, his old eyes locked on the drawing paper, his face was extremely ugly,
"Damn..."
"There are more than [6 of Hearts] in this town? ?"
...
Song——! !
Just as Chen Ling and Li Qingshan were wondering where Gao Chong's gun had gone, a sound of breaking through the air sounded again from the stage!
The disappeared engraved tiger-head gun flew out of nothingness and returned to Gao Chong's hand. At the same time, a body on the tip of the gun flew out under the action of inertia, rolled several times on the stage floor, and fell headfirst into Wushu's queue at the edge of the stage.
Drops of scarlet blood dripped down the engraved tiger-head gun. Gao Chong's expression did not fluctuate at all. His white clothes and silver armor fluttered in the wind, as if he had just killed an enemy soldier casually to boost the morale of his own army!
On the other hand, Wushu on the side was so angry that his eyebrows were raised and his face was fierce.
All this happened so shockingly, but on the stage, it felt natural, as if this play should be performed like this... If Chen Ling hadn't seen clearly that the person flying out was a living person, I'm afraid he would have really thought that this was all stage decoration and props.
Whether it was Gao Chong or Wushu, their performance was too natural, and they didn't even look at the flying body...
They were still in the play!
"...For a real man,
Fighting in battle, there is no joy in life, and no fear of death; if you don't go into the tiger's den, how can you get the tiger cub!
Gao Chong is dedicated to protecting the country,
killing the enemy and saving the master and making meritorious contributions!"
As the performance on the stage gradually progressed, a war began. Although there were not many actors on the stage, their highly infectious lyrics and the appropriate scene sound effects made the appeal extremely strong.
"Where did the gun go just now...and who was that person?" Chen Ling's focus was still on the figure in the corner, frowning and thinking.
He was about to turn around and say something to Li Qingshan, but found that Li Qingshan's eyes were fixed on the stage, with a faint light in his pupils, as if he was in a trance. Even if Chen Ling tried to call him, there was no response.
Chen Ling was slightly stunned when he saw Li Qingshan's state, and then suddenly looked up at the sky as if he had sensed something.
Above the sky covered by dark clouds, a touch of vermilion seemed to penetrate the clouds, dotted there like a gem, and a familiar breath lingered in Chen Ling's heart.
"Xishendao...?"
Chen Ling was very familiar with that star. He had also set foot on it in the Aurora Realm.
Just by watching a performance, Li Qingshan was favored by Xishendao? If so, this performance was too magical... Is this the opportunity from the ancient collection of Xishendao?
Chen Ling certainly knew that Li Qingshan's own talent, accumulation, and character were the decisive factors for him to embark on this sacred road. Otherwise, if someone else sat here and watched it ten or a hundred times, he would probably gain nothing... For example, Chen Ling himself. So rather than saying that this performance created Li Qingshan, it is better to say that it gently broke the window paper between Li Qingshan and the Opera God Road, allowing him to get what he should have gotten in advance.
Chen Ling looked at Li Qingshan in a complicated way, and then turned his eyes back to the stage. At this time, there were several strange car-shaped props in front of Wushu, and the fight between the two sides had reached a white-hot stage.
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Under the bridge.
"More than [Red Heart 6]?!" The figure wearing a black headscarf was shocked, "He Lao, you mean..."
"We are being targeted."
He Lao spoke gloomily, and a sky full of white cranes surrounded him, and the pressure of the seventh level instantly enveloped the earth!
"I want to see who wants to be the enemy of my [Floating Life Painting]?!" Crane Old Man grabbed the torn drawing paper and threw it to the white cranes beside him. One of the white cranes picked it up, circled in the air for half a circle, and flew rapidly towards the east!
"In that direction!"
Fluttering——
The white cranes in the sky seemed to have locked onto a certain direction, with a touch of blood red in their eyes, and flew towards the east at an astonishing speed. Crane Old Man and the figure wearing a black headscarf stepped on two white cranes respectively, and flew away with the cranes.
Thousands of cranes flew wildly, and this scene immediately attracted the attention of the residents of Liu Town. They walked out of the house in shock, looking at the picture above their heads that seemed like a miracle, and bowed down to worship!
There was a flash of murderous intent in He Lao's eyes. Just as he was riding on the white crane and looking around, the turbaned figure behind him suddenly spoke:
"He... He Lao..."
"What?"
"I seem to... also hear the singing?"
He Lao was stunned. He looked back and saw that the turbaned figure was looking around blankly just like the one in the photo just now...
At this moment, in the turbaned figure's eyes, the white cranes flying in the sky, and He Lao and himself standing on the back of the white crane... all seemed to begin to twist and deform, their bodies began to have edges and corners, their skin was stained with a metallic luster, and their voices gradually turned into harsh creaking sounds...
In his unbelievable eyes, everything around him seemed to have turned into a series of heavy and simple iron pulleys.