Chapter 220: The Insignificant Person

Seeing that mask, Chu Muyun seemed to remember something, and his pupils contracted slightly...

Before he could snap out of it, the figure vanished from the spot.

After the scarlet light collided with the lightning spear, the resulting shockwave swept a vacuum zone across the sky. Black-eyed Jian Changsheng groaned, his figure retreating half a step. The spear flew back toward his face, and he caught it with a backhand grip.

Only then did he discover that the original dark red spear was only half a shaft left. The upper half, where the spear tip had been, had turned into a sugar cane full of juice, with a red rope tied to the top of the cane...

The sugar cane and the spear were eerily fused together, without any abruptness or sense of separation, as if it were meant to grow that way.

Black-eyed Jian Changsheng's gaze toward the giant eye in the sky grew colder. Just as he was about to act, the blood vessels beneath his skin gradually became stained with black, twisting violently, and the killing intent he emitted became erratic.

"Have I reached the limit..." Black-eyed Jian Changsheng looked at this body, his brow furrowing tighter.

Seeming to sense that black-eyed Jian Changsheng's domain was beginning to shake, the churning red clouds became even more frantic, gathering around him like a vortex. The roaming lightning began to fail to completely tear apart the paper strips taking advantage of the situation.

Black-eyed Jian Changsheng threw the discarded spear aside. Just as he was about to act, a light whisper came from behind him:

"Senior of the Military God Dao, please stop."

The moment the voice sounded, the churning red paper strips paused slightly, lingering in mid-air as if they had forgotten what they were supposed to do, circling around in a daze...

Seeing this, surprise surfaced on black-eyed Jian Changsheng's face. He looked back and saw a figure wearing the Star Chamber of Commerce guard uniform walking slowly toward him.

It was an ordinary-looking man, neither tall nor short, the kind of passerby who would be hard to recognize again after seeing him once. The only thing that made him recognizable at this moment was the distinctive and mysterious mask.

Black-eyed Jian Changsheng narrowed his eyes. "Who are you? I don't seem to have sensed you just now."

"In every story, there are always some insignificant characters, saying irrelevant lines, acting as extras that no one cares about, and I am them... Or rather, they are all me." The Mo role smiled slightly.

Black-eyed Jian Changsheng stared at him coldly and didn't speak again.

"Senior, considering this body can't hold on much longer, you should stop." The Mo role spoke again. "As for that Calamity, I will handle it."

The Mo role's tone was respectful but not humble, like a gentle breeze, giving people a sense of inexplicable conviction.

Black-eyed Jian Changsheng looked down at his palm, which had almost turned black, and then at the pupil still suspended above the red clouds. After a moment of silence, he put away his crumbling domain.

"You'd better be able to handle it." Black-eyed Jian Changsheng said coldly.

As his voice fell, the killing intent around him surged back into his body frantically, and the blackness in his eyes retreated like a tide. Jian Changsheng began to turn black as if poisoned. After his body shuddered slightly, he plunged toward the earth below!

It was about several hundred meters from the ground. The Mo role watched with his own eyes as Jian Changsheng fell headfirst, then crashed into a pulp with a thud.

A figure in a wool coat walked out from the side and stood by the puddle of flesh. It was Chu Muyun.

He looked up at the sky and spoke respectfully:

"Please feel free, I'll handle the aftermath here."

The Mo role nodded slightly, withdrew his gaze from Jian Changsheng, and looked back at the paper sun pupil floating not far away.

He took a step, passed through the churning sea of red paper, and walked straight ahead... As he approached, those red paper strips, like swimming snakes, seemed not to notice him at all, flying aimlessly, and their movement trajectories even automatically bypassed the Mo role's path.

He was like a ghost walking between life and death, and even disasters and dangers turned a blind eye to him.

But Chen Ling, behind the curtain, saw him clearly.

"Looking at the makeup on his face... it should be the Mo role's mask, no mistake." Chen Ling looked at the mask, a flash of confusion in his eyes. "Could he be a possessor of the Theater God Dao?"

In traditional theatrical performances, all roles can be divided into five categories: [Sheng], [Dan], [Jing], [Mo], and [Chou], with each category having more detailed sub-classifications... The face before him, with white as the base color and appropriate blue lines outlining it, was simple in color and minimalist in lines, which was exactly the characteristic of the Mo role's mask.

Because the Mo role mostly played secondary characters with simple images, sometimes replaceable by other categories, the Mo role had disappeared in many places. Even in his memories from his past life, Chen Ling had rarely seen this category.

Chen Ling watched the Mo role moving freely in the sea of red, feeling curious. This was the first time he had encountered a possessor of the Theater God Dao other than himself, and even the Tier 6 red paper monster hadn't noticed his existence.

"Little Junior Brother, are you inside?" The Mo role stood before the pupil and spoke softly.

Chen Ling was stunned.

These few short words made his brain run at high speed... In his mind, the red-clad figure who called himself Master, whom he had felt in the depths of his memory just now, reappeared.

Was this Mo role also a disciple of that person? By seniority, was he even his Senior Brother??

Chen Ling tried to respond, but as expected, his voice couldn't reach outside the curtain. The Mo role stood before the pupil for a long time without waiting for an answer, his brow furrowing slightly...

Chen Ling could only desperately push his arm into the barrier of the curtain. After his efforts during this time, the gap was barely enough for one arm to pass through, and his fingertips were soon to pierce the window paper between the stage and the real world.

Through the curtain, Chen Ling saw the Mo role's expression was somewhat gloomy. He carefully examined the massive pupil, seemingly thinking about how to get Chen Ling out, his brow tightly knitted into a "chuan" shape.

Just then, on the surface of the pupil, a subtle gap opened silently, about the size of half a fingernail. Compared to the volume of the entire pupil, it was as imperceptible as a grain of sand, and this was the limit of what Chen Ling could do.

And the moment this gap was opened, the Mo role's eyes instantly locked onto that position, and the gloom on his face vanished.

He chuckled and spoke gently:

"Found you... Little Junior Brother."