Chapter 345 Lost in the Flowers
This white dust...when did it get stained?
In Chen Ling's mind, she suddenly recalled the clown's finger that had just brushed the tip of her nose. It must have been at that time, what method did he leave in his body? !
He immediately put his hands into the puddle, scooped up a handful of water, and threw it on his face, trying to wash away the white dust.
But no matter how hard he tried, the white ash seemed to grow on the tip of his nose without fading at all. And with Chen Ling's crazy consumption of physical and mental strength, the white ash was gradually getting bigger...
He looks more and more like a buffoon.
Chen Ling frowned. After washing it vigorously with water several times to no avail, she simply stretched her hand to her chin, grabbed her face and tore it off!
Stab——
As a face with white ash fell down, under the face, there was another face with white ash on the tip of its nose...
Chen Ling's brows furrowed tighter and tighter. He frantically tore off the maggot marks on his bones, unable to get rid of them. Until Chen Ling tore off another piece of skin, his fingertips could only touch a touch of smoothness.
He can no longer use [Shadow].
Not only were [Phaseless], [Crimson Trick], and [Inquisition] skills unable to respond, but as his mental energy was drained and the white ash on his nose took shape, his skills were also blocked, completely turning him into a Ordinary people.
Even though he has left the Clown Peak, the clown's power is still at work. Maybe the white dust is a tracking mark. As long as the clown escapes from the club king, can he still find himself?
"Damn...hahahaha..."
Chen Ling staggered up from the ground, supported her weak legs, and walked little by little towards the pale flowers.
He knew that he was about to reach his limit, but no matter what, he could not lose consciousness in the gray world. Who knew if a bold disaster would come to take a bite after he fainted, or if he would be overtaken by a freed clown?
But...where is the world of mortals?
Chen Ling walked into the flowers with difficulty, but could no longer find a way to enter the realm. As Plum Blossom K said... The world of mortals cannot be entered just by wanting to.
The images in his field of vision gradually became blurred, like a black and white movie with frames removed, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.
The breeze blew silently through the sea of flowers, and a man in red was walking hard among them, like a homeless person lost in the wild flowers. His footsteps became heavier and heavier, and finally he staggered and fell into the waves of the sea of flowers.
"...The world of mortals..." His chapped lips opened slightly and he completely lost consciousness.
The gray world fell into deathly silence, leaving only a bouquet of pale flowers swaying in the wind, and a touch of scarlet dotted in the white waves, like a lonely martyr;
call--
As a breeze blew by, the scattered petals in the bouquet were swept up into the sky.
A figure appeared quietly beside Hong Yi, standing among the swaying flowers and flying petals, like a ghost.
The figure looked at Chen Ling, a complex look flashed in his eyes...
A helpless sigh sounded,
The corners of the white coat fluttering in the wind gently brushed against the red coat, and the next moment Chen Ling's figure disappeared without a trace.
The gray world returns to deathly silence.
…
"Huh?"
In the world of mortals, in a remote town, a figure wearing a theatrical robe slowly raised his head and looked in a certain direction.
The setting sun gradually sank into the earth. In the overgrown wilderness, a crude stage that had not yet been built stood alone. At this moment, next to the stage, several figures were holding wood and hammers, sweating profusely and busy.
They were wearing performance costumes and banging on the stage, as if testing whether it could withstand people walking on it. Their clothes and faces were covered with dust. They talked and laughed from time to time and looked into the distance.
In the direction of sunset, you can see a green forest and houses with smoke rising from their kitchens in the distance.
After a while,
One of them walked up to the figure in opera robe and was silent for a moment:
"Master, move your butt, you sit on our board."
"No." The figure in opera robes was still sitting there, and Youyou said, "The teacher is not sitting on a wooden board, but on a stage."
"...Master, it is a wooden board now, but it will be a stage tomorrow."
"A teacher will never step off the stage."
"..." The man paused, then turned around and brought a small bench, "Master, sit here."
"Haha, good disciple, you are the most considerate."
"Didn't you say you wouldn't walk off the stage?"
"Hmph, wherever my teacher is, there is the stage."
The figure slowly moved his buttocks from the wooden board, sat on the small bench, and leaned on the back of the chair in a relaxed manner, gently shaking the cattail leaf fan in the dusk, staring in a certain direction.
"Master, what are you looking at?"
"Look at people."
"who?"
"Lao Liu."
"Junior brother??"
Upon hearing these two words, several people's eyes lit up, and they immediately put down their work and gathered around, "Junior brother has arrived in the world of mortals? When will we pick him up?"
"Hmph, why don't you care so much about me as a teacher on weekdays?" The figure shook the cattail leaf fan faster, "Now that you hear Lao Liu coming, everyone's eyes light up?"
"Master, what you said...don't we usually care enough about you?"
"Aren't the meals cooked by the third child all prepared according to your taste?"
"Aren't all your clothes knitted by Lao Er?"
"besides……"
"Okay, okay, I know you want to find him...but now is not the time."
"Why??"
"How did I teach you?" The figure pointed to the crude stage that was about to be built. "The stage has been set up. If you don't finish the performance, where will you go?"
Everyone suddenly felt a little lonely, but then they said,
"But we will only perform three performances in total. Can we finish it in three days? We can always go there then?"
"But didn't Second Senior Sister go to the Aurora Realm? Didn't they come back together?"
"There are so many towns in the world of mortals. Which town is my junior brother in?"
"..."
The figure in the opera robe shook the cattail leaf fan and said leisurely, "You just have to perform these few scenes well, the teacher has his own arrangements for the rest... If the teacher sees that you have been absent-minded in the performance these past few days, I will suffer for you after I go back." eat."
Several people looked at each other helplessly, knowing that they couldn't talk to him anymore, so they finally walked back to the unfinished stage and continued to repair it.
As they left, in the dusk of sunset, only that figure was left sitting there, the shadow gradually lengthened by the setting sun...
The smile on his lips gradually faded, and his eyes were as deep as an abyss as he looked into the distance.
"Who...are you?"