Chapter 1911: Soul Summoning

The Red Star.

Chen Ling slowly opened his eyes.

The thin smoke from the revolver was still dissipating in the void, and fragmented memories were tearing through his mind. A sense of confusion welled up in his eyes.

The slaughter between black and red continued, and Chen Ling stood frozen, seeing the familiar souls of the Fifth-Generation world, wrapped in red threads, around him.

Chen Ling's memories were suddenly interrupted at the point of ascending to the Red Star... replaced by a segment of Li Qingshan's memories. This sense of fragmentation left Chen Ling dazed for a moment, but he quickly realized what had happened.

"The Yesterday Revolver was fired according to plan..."

Chen Ling focused his mind, and his consciousness immediately sank into the theater.

Although he had lost the memories from the Red Star, Chen Ling knew clearly that he must have left a contingency plan before firing the Yesterday Revolver...

Sure enough, the moment he stepped onto the stage, he saw the small text he had written on the floor in blood.

[If this text feels unfamiliar to you, it means our plan worked. All memories after stepping onto the Red Star have been transferred into Li Qingshan's mind...]

[But don't panic; I have already written the missing memories here in advance.]

[After stepping onto the Red Star, I encountered the Red Star consciousness disguised as the Second-Generation actor, Wuming...]

【……】

Chen Ling read the small text on the floor carefully.

Since all the audience members had left the theater, Chen Ling didn't worry about anyone tampering with the content here. After reading it, Wen Shilin, who had been prepared, stepped forward and recounted it to Chen Ling, comparing notes.

Soon, Chen Ling understood his current situation.

"Giving the malicious audience a complete life, huh..."

Chen Ling turned to look at the curtain. At this moment, the fourth wall had been broken, and the curtain was fluttering in the wind. He could clearly see figures mingling amidst the waves of black and red.

And through the red threads extending from their hearts, Chen Ling could faintly sense that a subtle connection had formed between him and them.

Chen Ling continued to look down at the blood-written text on the floor.

[The malicious audience has all left. Without them, my 'negation' has completely failed...]

[But, I have another idea...]

[The malicious audience granted me the power of 'negation.' If these real audience members, who possess lives, were to take their seats in the theater... would new abilities emerge?]

Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly.

This idea was bold... but very reasonable.

The essence of the Red Star's wish power is "recognition." The malicious audience negated everything; if this "recognition" were placed on other audience members, theoretically, some new changes would occur.

But the problem now is that these audience members have already left the theater. How can he get them to come back in?

One can naturally go out through this fourth wall, but it is impossible to enter from the outside... And the key point is that these souls outside have no physical bodies to serve as vessels and will soon dissipate.

After all, Chen Ling cannot maintain the souls of hundreds of thousands of people with his [Psychic Field] at all times. Even if his mental power could keep up, his consciousness couldn't bear the strain.

"What should I do..." Chen Ling's brows furrowed tightly.

"Just then,"

"Chen Ling suddenly thought of something."

"He turned to look at the center of the stage, a glimmer of light flickering in his pupils..."

"At this point, he could only take a gamble."

"Chen Ling took a deep breath, walked to the screen, and gently tapped the shaking treasure chest button."

"Ding-ding-ding-ding—!"

"The spotlight flickered, and a table appeared in the center of the stage."

"After Chen Ling completed his Ninth-Stage performance, he still had one directional reward draw he hadn't used. Perhaps... he could only rely on this?"

"Chen Ling clearly remembered that the envoys of the Ghost Path Ancient Treasury possessed the ability to absolutely control souls. Not only could they command and mobilize the abilities the souls had in life, but they could also directly summon spirits from the river of ghosts to descend by their side."

"It's just that now, without Wen Ruoshui there to help him reboot, could he really be lucky enough to draw this ability on his own?"

"Chen Ling didn't know, but at this point, he had no choice but to gamble."

"Chen Ling walked to the table and wrote two characters on the paper without hesitation:"

"—Kongwang."

"The next second, several cards were laid out in the void."

"The envoys of the Ghost Path Ancient Treasury all belonged to the same divine path; choosing any of them would be the same. But they had many abilities, and the probability of drawing the one Chen Ling wanted was very low."

"Without Wen Ruoshui by his side to cheat for him using a reboot, could he really draw it?"

"As his fingertip tapped down, Chen Ling's heart immediately tightened."

"Skill: [Soul Summoning]"

"Affiliation: Ghost God Path, [Soul Suppressor] path, Third Stage."

"Character: Kongwang."

"Seeing the card, Chen Ling finally let out a long sigh of relief."

The table in the theater vanished without a trace, and Chen Ling stepped out, his consciousness returning to his body.

He stood at the edge of the chaotic consciousness world, draped in a bright red theatrical robe, his hands forming a mysterious seal. The aura of the Ghost God Path drifted in the void...

The red threads connecting the crowd to Chen Ling seemed to become a medium, trembling slightly as Chen Ling activated [Soul Summoning].

……

"...Hmm?"

In the crowd, Huaimang suddenly looked down at the red thread at his heart, a flash of confusion in his eyes.

A voice was transmitted to his mind through the red thread, leaving him frozen in place.

"This is..."

"He is inviting us."

Tianhuai's voice came from beside him.

Huaimang followed his gaze upward to the figure draped in the bright red theatrical robe.

"Yes, I heard it too," Huaimang nodded. "The performance... is about to begin."

Just as the two were speaking, the Twilight Society members nearby were already excitedly saying something to each other, then immediately grabbed the red threads on their chests... The next second, something white appeared in their hands, and their figures vanished.

It wasn't just the Twilight Society members; more and more figures began to disappear from the Red Star's consciousness world, the red threads receding like a tide toward the red-clad figure.

"Interesting... I've never experienced what it's like to be an 'audience member' before," Tianhuai's lips curled into a faint smile.

"Are you going?"

Huaimang turned to look at him, his gaze seemingly filled with anticipation.

"Let's go. We were never souls that belonged to this world anyway... Watching a performance is always more interesting than staying inside an umbrella," Tianhuai smiled slightly as he looked at Chen Ling's figure.

"I'm actually quite curious: what kind of performance... will he bring us?"

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