Chapter 855: Soul-Recalling Technique

A piece of lighthearted music came from above the stage.

Chen Ling looked back and saw a table had appeared out of thin air under the spotlight, with a white sheet of paper lying flat in the center.

"Congratulations on completing the play: 《Star-Directed》."

"Maximum audience expectation for this play: 74%"

As sheets of paper condensed in the void, Chen Ling raised his hand to catch them.

Judging by the thickness, this play was thinner than the previous volumes, after all, the time span wasn't long... Thanks to the gift from the Jiangtian Sect, he had significantly shortened the time to accumulate mental energy.

Chen Ling felt relaxed and hoped such things would happen more often.

"You have obtained a designated draw right."

"After using it, you can designate a character from all the characters who appeared in this play and randomly draw one of their abilities. The probability of drawing a rare skill is related to the comprehensive audience expectation of this play."

It was time to make a choice again... Chen Ling picked up his pen and fell into deep thought.

This play wasn't long, but there were quite a few characters who appeared. Although most of them weren't high-ranking, Chen Ling felt that with the 74% expectation cap this time, it would be difficult to draw any high-ranking skills.

After a moment of thought, Chen Ling decided on the target for this draw.

He quickly wrote two characters on the paper:

—【Kongwang】.

The other fourteen God Paths, no matter how rare or precious their paths were, were ultimately conventional, but Kongwang's Ghost God Path had left a very deep impression on Chen Ling.

If he missed Kongwang this time, it would be almost impossible to draw Ghost God Path skills again.

As long as it was a Ghost God Path skill, as long as it was a rare skill related to the soul, no matter the rank, as long as Chen Ling drew it, it was a profit...

The only thing he needed to pray for was not to have such bad luck as to draw some useless life-skill.

As the two characters "Kongwang" fell, cards were outlined from the void...

A total of nine cards.

Two gray-white, seven black;

The gray-white ones were Kongwang's life-skills, and the seven black ones must be the unique color scheme of the Ghost God Path... Judging by the number of skills, Kongwang should have been a seventh-rank, perhaps because he opened the Ghost Gate too many times, his rank had fallen to the sixth rank.

After the nine cards were flipped and shuffled, Chen Ling prayed for a moment and then chose one of them.

In his nervous gaze, a black card face came into view:

[Skill: Soul-Recalling Technique]

[Affiliation: Ghost God Path, Fifth Rank]

[Character: Kongwang]

Seeing this, Chen Ling's eyes lit up!

The corners of Chen Ling's mouth rose slightly. His luck seemed quite good this time, drawing a fifth-rank Ghost God Path ability with only a 74% expectation cap.

He immediately accepted this new skill, and after digesting the information, the smile on his mouth gradually stiffened...

This Soul-Recalling Technique was exactly the ability Kongwang used to reproduce the skills of the soul during its lifetime, including the application of the Force God Path against Fudi in that battle, as well as the Book God Path's domain, all of which were realized through this skill. In a sense, it was definitely one of Kongwang's core skills.

But the problem was, to activate this skill, one must first "Control the Soul."

Before Kongwang activated this skill, he first used chains to detain the soul of the deceased, and only after establishing a connection with it could he activate it... But Chen Ling didn't know how to detain souls at all!

Let alone detaining souls, he couldn't even see souls with the naked eye, let alone control them and activate the Soul-Recalling Technique.

Good news: he drew a fifth-rank Ghost God Path skill;

Bad news: he didn't have the skills of the first four ranks.

It was like a top-tier hacker who could hack into the world's most advanced network system... but he didn't know how to operate a mouse and keyboard, and couldn't even afford a decent computer.

Chen Ling's mood went through ups and downs, his gaze a bit complex, but there was no other way. He could only exit the theater first and return to reality.

At this moment,

Sun Bumian was lying on the rock opposite him, yawning lazily; Jian Changsheng was also drooping his head by a rock, as if he were dozing off.

A thought suddenly emerged in Chen Ling's mind. He didn't call them to get on the road, but walked to one side alone and called out softly:

"Yao."

"...Mm?" A voice responded in his heart quickly.

"Give me your hand, I want to try something."

Yao was clearly stunned and didn't understand what Chen Ling meant, but he still let his soul drift out of Chen Ling's mind and gather on his right hand... Chen Ling raised both hands at the same time and silently activated the [Soul-Recalling Technique] in his heart.

His palms were pressed together in front of his chest, and from a distance, it looked like Chen Ling was praying to something.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Chen Ling couldn't hide the disappointment in his eyes.

Although he could talk to Yao and they were in the same body, they didn't have such a close relationship as "Controlling the Soul," so naturally, he couldn't activate the [Soul-Recalling Technique]. It seemed his idea of dual-cultivating Drama and Witchcraft was temporarily dashed...

Having drawn a useless skill, Chen Ling felt a bit annoyed. He walked back to the rock and called Jian Changsheng and his companion up:

"Stop sleeping, let's go."

Jian Changsheng, who was still sleepy, looked at Chen Ling leaving with a dark face in confusion, and scratched his head...

"Did you provoke him?" He looked back at Sun Bumian.

Sun Bumian spread his hands,

"How would I dare."

"...Mood swings seem normal for him... Forget it, he's the boss in the Gray Realm, can't afford to provoke him, let's go, let's go..."

The two stood up helplessly and continued to follow Chen Ling, fearing they would be left too far behind and attract disasters.

……

Gray Realm, on the other side.

Two figures walked side by side on the gray earth.

One of them wore a white baseball cap and a simple hoodie, the low brim covering half of his face, a pair of silver snake-shaped earrings swaying slightly with his steps...

The other person wore a black top hat and carried a cane in his left hand. If one looked closely, they would find that the little finger of his left hand was missing, as if it had been cut off, awkward and strange.

A breeze blew across the barren earth, blowing up the hems of their clothes. The person carrying the cane glanced at the clear ruts on the ground and said calmly:

"Just hunting down a few children with no power to truss a chicken, and yet two Thieves Saints were dispatched... I don't know what the Silver King is thinking."

"Mm, yeah..." Bai Ye was also a bit distracted, "Recently, the King's thoughts are truly becoming harder and harder to guess."

"Stealing emotions and thoughts is your specialty, Bai Ye. Even you can't see through the King?"

"Me? How would I dare to pry into that person's thoughts? Mo Lian, your joke is a bit too big..." Bai Ye glanced at him.

"Is that so? You don't dare?"

Mo Lian asked leisurely. Bai Ye's expression turned gloomy. Before Bai Ye could flare up, he pointed to the ruts on the ground and said, "It seems we are almost catching up... In a moment, will you do it or will I?"

Bai Ye's heart moved slightly, but on the surface, he remained calm. He said casually:

"Up to you."