my avatar drama

Chapter 415 Abnormality within the boundaries
Wan Yi has been busy recently, so he has less time to go to the theater, or it seems that he is just chatting, and rarely pays attention to the changes of the repertoire.

After being free recently, he spent most of his time in the theater.

He reviewed all the development of the existing repertoires of the people in the play, and tried to start a few new scripts by the way, but there was still nothing to gain.

Wan Yi now has no expectations for the direct appearance of new characters in the awakening drama. Every time he starts a new script, he just wants to see some slightly different stories.

However, in the process of starting a new script, Wan Yi keenly noticed some changes.

On the stage of script development, there are far fewer scripts with that kind of leisurely and ordinary daily background. Many scripts encountered great danger and exploded on the spot as soon as they entered.

The danger level of the scripted world is increasing.

The reason for this is not difficult to think of.

There is no doubt that it is precisely because of the collapse of the low-depth boundary that the screenplay can only go to the dangerous high-depth boundary.

……

Wan Yi sat in the auditorium, looking at the scene in front of him.

On the screen is a handsome young man with high ambitions. He has just walked out of Xinshou Village and is ready to achieve his own career. Then on the day of departure, two unknown strong men fought fiercely in the air. The aftermath of the collision directly wiped out the small village below. Razed to the ground.

The boy unexpectedly survived and vowed to take revenge.

Wan Yi cheered up when he saw this, thinking that he was about to wake up after being so miserable?
Then because of the huge hand-to-hand movement, a piece of gravel fell from the mountain.

Not big, but sharp and heavy enough.

It hit the boy on the head and died instantly.

Watching the lights on the stage dim, and then the dim yellow lights in the rest of the theater come back on.

The script ends.

Wan Yi was discouraged and leaned his head on the seat, not surprised.

He is currently alone in the theater, a rare opportunity to be alone.

Although he didn't want to be alone in the theater, it felt better to be with other people, not the group in his head.

Just when Wan Yi tidied up and was about to open the next one, the side door was pushed open, and a man who was not tall but strong, with flying snow in his eyes, walked in.

"Fukong? Long time no see." Wan Yi greeted.

Fukong seldom went to the theater after sinking the empty islands. It seems that something has changed in the world of his script.

It was said that after the mysterious man in colorful clothes who worshiped Cangjiao opened the new era of the broken world, even the abyss boundary zone was affected, but for the huge and extremely deep abyss boundary zone, they did not want to disintegrate themselves and fuse In this world, everyone is resisting this process.

They are all still waiting.

However, on Bai Cang's side, the search for the core fragments of the "earth" mentioned earlier still seems to have not been found, and we have to wait.

"The troupe leader, you are here." Fukong glanced at the theater he hadn't seen for a long time, and walked to the seat next to Wan Yi and sat down.

Wan also felt a bit of fatigue in his tone.

"Are you busy there?" He asked, unless the characters in the play are seedlings that need to be paid attention to, he seldom directly flips other people's scripts.

He prefers the feeling of listening to people's own mouth, which is not interesting.

After being silent for a while, Fukong said slowly: "The war is coming."

Wan Yi's hands fiddled with the material slightly paused.

"war?"

Fukong closed his beautiful eyes, and exhaled: "Probably because of the influence of the troupe leader's world, although our world itself is not in serious trouble, there are still problems, large and small."

"The sea level is rising, the mountains are ignited for no reason, and there are frequent earthquakes. The highest mountain in the country is crumbling. According to the predictions of the big country's magicians, it may collapse directly."

Wan Yi stopped what he was doing and looked at Fukong: "You never told us."

"Sorry." Fukong hesitated to speak, and finally chose to apologize.

He knew that Wan Yi was most concerned about their different seeds. Fu Kong and Wan Yi also cherished the little things in this theater, and they were strict with the behavior of the devil and Reid who always wanted to shoulder the burden. blame.

But when it really came to that embarrassing moment, he somewhat understood some thoughts of the devil and Red.

However, he also reminded himself that being brave is the worst thing, and martial arts practitioners should also have a clear self-awareness of themselves.

"But it's not too late to say it now. If there is a need to speak up in time, I still have some resources." Wan Yi said.

Fukong nodded, and then continued: "Under the blow of unprovoked natural disasters, the big country is struggling for the people's livelihood, and according to my attention, we are not the only ones suffering from disasters."

Wan Yi quickly realized what was going to happen next.

"Some countries are already unable to restrain themselves. Instead of arranging various policies to appease the people, it is better to directly launch a war to divert conflicts." Fukong's tone was heavy and slow, with a gloomy face.

"It is indeed a very convenient method."

"War doesn't matter. If necessary, I will fight for the country and win the opponent. But I have a premonition that something more terrifying is waking up."

Wan Yi showed a surprised expression.

Fukong said: "There are also big secrets in my world. The mountain spirits circulating in the rivers and lakes are just the tip of the iceberg. The existence of strange arts is a warning of deeper anomalies. The reason why I am still obsessed with improving my strength is because It was because it was expected.”

"Immediately, your premonition may come true?"

Fukong nodded affirmatively: "I have been collecting various legends and descriptions, as well as flipping through them, and even went on a field trip, and found a number of powerful existences that once existed with a high probability in my world. And the most important point is that they may not have die."

"The anomalous past that was buried, isn't it?" At this time, the side door was pushed open again, and the person who came to the theater was the red-haired Rhett.

Fukong looked at him in surprise, and then greeted him first.

After Rhett responded, he sat down on the other side of Fukong: "I'm so lucky, I didn't expect to meet you."

Fukong said: "It's because you prefer a life without pressure now, so you don't want to come up."

Reid laughed and said, "It was indeed my negligence, sorry."

After Wan Yi also greeted Red, he asked, "From what you said just now, Red, you seem to have a certain understanding of this situation."

"Yes, after all, I am now looking for traces of witchcraft in my world."

"Ah? Aren't you taking your two cubs to the aged?"

"Ahem." Rhett coughed, "It's not impossible to do both at the same time."

"It makes sense." Wan Yi nodded, agreeing with this statement.

The corners of Fukong's mouth raised slightly, but he quickly returned to his usual high-cold appearance.

(End of this chapter)