Chapter 42 [Secret Eyes]

The boy raised his eyebrows and was about to say something when an arc of light shot into the sky from the house behind him.

"So, the world has a lot of prejudice against us..." The boy waved his hand casually, "I won't tell you anymore, you will understand one day."

Han Meng narrowed his eyes and immediately pulled the trigger!

The buzzing sound of gunfire rang out, and the wind lifted the hem of his windbreaker. The deconstruction bullet that annihilated everything penetrated the boy's body, leaving a hole the size of a head!

However, the bullet passed through his body without causing any blood. The boy's figure gradually turned pale, like a faded drawing paper.

"Han Meng, right? I remember you... See you again if we are lucky."

The boy's body became flatter and flatter. In just a few seconds, it turned into a thin stick portrait, which flew onto Han Meng's face with the cold wind.

Han Meng frowned, and he took down the portrait. He saw that the boy in the painting, wearing a white paper mask, was sitting cross-legged, and at the same time, he stretched out his hand and gave himself a middle finger...

He tore the portrait into pieces on the spot.

"The Dusk Society appeared in the Aurora Realm... This is trouble."

Han Meng took a deep breath, looked in the direction of the house, and walked straight forward.

No one stopped him, and Han Meng soon came to the door of the house. He pushed the door open with force.

In a sharp creaking sound, the corpses on the ground came into his sight. Nine silver coins were scattered on the bloody ground...

There were a total of 22 people in the Bingquan Street Celebration, and no one survived;

...

Chen Ling slowly opened his eyes.

He saw the spotlight above his head and covered his eyes with his hands, but did not stand up immediately... He lay on the floor of the stage, as quiet as a corpse.

In just a few hours, he experienced too much.

The disappearance of Chen Yan, the cruel truth, the furious revenge, the redemption that he thought he could have, then despair, and then a glimmer of hope... All this made Chen Ling numb and desperate.

How he hoped that these were all a dream, and after waking up, his mother would call him to get up for breakfast, and then he would hurriedly put on his clothes, put on his work badge, and go to the theater to continue to be a social animal.

Unfortunately... what awaited him was still the dead and eerie theater.

After a long time, Chen Ling finally sat up slowly. He looked at the dense scarlet eyes in front of the stage with mixed feelings.

Even if he embarked on the path of drama... could he really get away from this group of "audiences" one day?

Or did he just become more interesting in their eyes?

Chen Ling had no answer.

But at least, he now had one more reason to live.

He stood up from the floor and walked to the big screen in the center of the stage, where a series of characters came into view.

[Audience expectation +1]

[Audience expectation +1]

[Audience expectation...]

[Current expectation: 77%]

[Actor connection lost, performance interrupted]

[Audience expectation -50]

[Current expectation: 27%]

These are the changes in expectation that occurred in the house. After Qian Fan shot him once, he had already lost a connection, deducting 50% of his expectation.

But perhaps because the expectation value was still above 20% after deduction, no "audience" escaped.

"As long as the total expectation value is controlled, even if you die, you won't be usurped like last time... It's a chance to come back from the dead."

"But it's not easy to raise the expectation value to above 70..."

Chen Ling's eyes fell on the corner of the screen, where the jumping treasure chest logo appeared again.

He tapped his fingertips, and the exciting music sounded one after another, and with the stage lights, when Chen Ling turned his head and looked, there was another table in the center of the stage.

"It is detected that the audience's expectation value has exceeded 70% for the first time, unlocking the achievement - 'Specially praised'!"

"You get an extra lottery right."

"After using it, a character skill will be randomly selected from all the characters in this play for learning."

Chen Ling walked to the table, and cards of various colors and patterns appeared on the table out of thin air. Like last time, most of them were white and gray, but the number of blue cards increased compared to last time...

There should be new characters appearing, and the skill cards increased with them.

As Chen Ling waved his fingers lightly, many cards turned upside down at the same time, and the backs of all the cards flashed at an astonishing speed. After a moment, they were neatly fixed in place.

Last time, Chen Ling drew Han Meng's [Killing Dance] here, which changed his fate in one fell swoop... This time, will the god of luck still favor him and draw a skill card that can subvert the situation?

Chen Ling hesitated for a moment, raised his fingertips, and tapped on one of the cards.

The card turned over.

A touch of blue appeared in front of Chen Ling.

"Skill: [Secret Eye]"

"Belonging to: God of Medicine, [Blood Slaughter] Path, First Stage;"

"Character: Chu Muyun."

The moment Chen Ling saw the information on this card, his eyes narrowed slightly...

Chen Ling expected to draw Chu Muyun's skill card, but the huge word "Blood Slaughter" made him wonder.

Is this path definitely part of the "Medical God's Way"? ?

As Chen Ling absorbed the cards, the method of using the "Secret Eye" appeared in his mind.

Unlike the "Slaughter Dance" of the "Military God's Way", the "Secret Eye" is more of an auxiliary skill. Its function is to help the user better capture, analyze, and distinguish details...

A good doctor can judge the severity of the disease through the patient's behavior. A psychologist can even confirm a person's thoughts and even predict future actions through his micro-expressions.

The "Secret Eye" is to bring this ability to the peak.

As Chen Ling finished drawing his abilities, the cards on the table disappeared at the same time, but the table itself still stood there.

"...What does it mean?"

Chen Ling walked forward and found that there was another new piece of paper on the table.

There were also a few lines of small words on the paper.

"Congratulations on completing the play, the initial chapter - "Wu Xin"."

"The highest audience expectation for this play: 78%"

"You get a designated lottery right."

"After using it, you can designate a character from all the characters in this play and randomly draw the other party's ability. The probability of drawing rare skills is related to the overall audience expectation of this play."

After reading all the text, pages suddenly appeared out of thin air on the desktop under the spotlight, and countless words appeared on them.

["Who am I...?"]

[Boom——]

[The pale lightning flashed through the ink-like clouds, and the rain fell wildly. The thunderstorm like the wrath of God poured on the muddy ground...]