I'm Not a Theatre God

Chapter 469 The Sixth Face

The surrounding scenes were changing crazily in Chen Ling's eyes. Before Chen Ling could recover from this immersive memory, another roar came from the sky.

"Don't accept my fate? Then what else can I do...continue to entertain them? What's the point of that?"

"..."

"If I don't die, I have nothing! Even if I live, they will continue to interfere with my life. If they can create one you, they can create a second one, a third one... One day, I will Driven crazy by them.”

"..."

"You are scared!!"

"You know if I die again, I will die completely!!"

"You were afraid that if I died, no one would be able to perform for you anymore, so you transformed into him and wanted to trick me into living, right?!"

"Give me illusory hope, watch me chase it with all my life, and then let the so-called hope be disillusioned when I'm about to arrive... This is what you want!"

In the heavy snow, Chen Ling knelt down in a pool of blood and screamed angrily at the pair of scarlet eyes in the void behind her!

Chen Yan's shadow stood beside him, tears already streaming down his face.

Countless pairs of scarlet eyes in the void are like countless audiences under the stage. Not only do they not feel the slightest guilt due to Chen Ling's anger, the banter in their eyes is even more intense...

--【ugly】.

As all the images dissipated, Chen Ling could feel that her past life experiences were like peeling off cocoons, turning into countless tiny fibers, condensed into pen and ink, and quickly sketched in the blank world around her!

His facial makeup is taking shape.

While Chen Ling was still immersed in the magic of this secret technique, a strange feeling emerged in his heart!

He frowned and looked below him. In this vast white world, it seemed that something else was attracted by [Hua Zhuyan] and was about to emerge...

"Is there a sixth face?"

The appearance of Shengdan Jingmo Chou's five faces has surprised Chen Ling. He never thought that he was involved in every profession... But as the five faces were integrated, it seemed that there was more. , is about to move.

Chen Ling couldn't feel any familiarity with that thing... On the contrary, strangeness and fear emerged in his heart unconsciously.

"What is that?" Chen Ling murmured to herself, "I don't remember that I have such a past..."

Before he finished speaking, a touch of darkness spread from his feet, like black ink splashed on snow-white paper, spreading around at an alarming speed!

As the darkness spreads, the lines and color blocks outlined by [Painting Zhuyan] just now were engulfed crazily. Under this absolute darkness, all the colors were assimilated and smudged. They originally belonged to "Chen Ling" The specificity is disappearing rapidly!

The snow-white world is collapsing, and a dark giant beast that seems to come from the netherworld is slowly opening its mouth of the abyss, swallowing Chen Ling's tiny body!

"This is……"

Chen Ling's pupils suddenly shrank!

[Audience Expectation Value -1]

【warn! warn! 】

[The audience begins to participate in the performance! ! 】

Ancient Opera Collection, [Performance Area].

In the first row of the auditorium, Ning Ruyu and others looked at the back of Chen Ling, who was as motionless as a sculpture, as if waiting for something.

"Master, is this really good?" Mojiao couldn't help but ask.

"Okay? It depends on how you define 'good'." The master shrugged, "Lao Liu has mastered the secret of [painting Zhu Yan]. Whether he can successfully draw this face depends on himself. ”

"So, what will the facial makeup that my junior brother draws look like in the end?"

"I have said that everyone is a combination of personalities, and the face that comes out in the end will definitely not be purely from a certain profession. At most, it will be similar to a certain profession."

"I guess Junior Brother should be closer to me." Luan Mei said calmly, "His body and voice are almost perfect. He is a natural born male."

"That's not necessarily true. Junior Brother's temperament is more like mine, and he is very good at hitting. He probably has a 'Wu Sheng' face." Ning Ruyu took out a folding fan from somewhere and spoke leisurely.

"Actually, junior brother also has the appearance of an overlord." Wen Renyou said dullly.

"What if he actually looks like me...well...it's best not to."

Mojiao let out a long sigh.

Just as everyone was guessing, a breeze suddenly rose from the stage. Chen Ling was seen sitting cross-legged, the hem of her red opera robe began to dance lightly in the wind, and lines began to appear on her original white face. Emerge quickly!

The first thing that appeared was a [raw] face, with red and blue colors intertwined with each other and sharp lines. Just as Ning Ruyu said, it was a martial arts face.

Ning Ruyu's eyes lit up, "Look, I just said that my junior brother looks like me... Huh?"

Before Ning Ruyu finished speaking, the martial arts face dimmed and disappeared, replaced by a delicate [dan] angle facial makeup, and before this face lasted for a few seconds, another fancy [net] angle facial makeup appeared again And out...

In just ten seconds, the five facial makeups of [生], [Den], [Jing], [Mo] and [Chou] changed one after another. When the last face disappeared, Chen Ling's body shook violently!

Boom——!

A muffled sound came from the stage!

Ning Ruyu and others were stunned at the same time, not understanding what happened, and turned to look at the master in confusion...

At this moment, the master's face was extremely gloomy, and he was staring at the stage solemnly, as if he was wary of something.

"This breath..." Mo Jiao looked at Chen Ling's back on the stage, frowning unconsciously, "So strange... I have never felt this breath, which mask is this?"

"Indeed, looking at the ancient collection of opera, I have never felt this breath." Ning Ruyu knew that something must have happened to Chen Ling,

"Junior brother... I guess something happened."

The entire performance area fell into silence.

Suddenly, Chen Ling, who was sitting cross-legged on the stage, moved.

Under the gaze of Ning Ruyu and others, the red robe, with his back to the stage, slowly stood up... Due to the angle, they could not see Chen Ling's face at this moment, but a bone-chilling coldness and coldness spread around like a roaring wave!

The spotlight shone on the red robe, and the bright red slowly turned around, exposing a dark face to their vision... It was a face like the abyss, with scarlet eyes slightly curved, playful and weird, and exaggerated mouth corners raised behind the ears like hooks, as if grinning.

A unique face mask for the "audience" descends on the stage!

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It's almost the Sanjiu Update Festival. Although there will be no additional updates this year, there will be many activities~ You can follow the Weibo "Sanjiu Sound Domain" to participate in the lucky draw, and there will be free gifts of Twilight Club poker cards and peripherals~ And Sanjiu will live broadcast on Douyin that night, and will also release the character settings and materials of the God of Drama in the future. Welcome everyone to follow Douyin "Sanjiu Sound Domain" to interact with me~

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