My doppelganger drama

Wan Yi covered his face with his hands in the theater.

"Don't be like this, I'm still very happy in the end." The Demon Lord smiled and patted Wan Yi's shoulder to comfort him.

"When I used that mouse as material, I did it just for fun!" Wan Yi said rather uncomfortably.

In the end, I didn't have much fun, but instead watched a heavy revenge drama.

In order to hang up Shang Yang's life, he even fought with his life to write the script with the quill pen.

Not happy at all.

But as the Demon Lord said, the addition of a new actor is definitely good for the theater. It can become more lively, and there is another script added to the theater's bookshelf.

This is all good.

Just think of it as this "home".

"Actually, Shang Yang's situation is very interesting. He is not the only one who came to the theater, but also the rats he brought with him." Liang Rendao said with interest.

"Well, this is true." Wan Yi put down his hand and became a little more serious, "Because he is 'them'."

"The spirits have been completely fused together. With the existence called the Beast Lord as the glue, the combination is extremely perfect. Based on the situation in this script world, this kind of miracle will probably never happen again." Demon Lord said.

Although all of Loba's research materials were taken over by the official forces in the script world, things were originally done in a hurry, and many precious experimental trial and error data were not well recorded.

Even if someone knows Loba's general experimental ideas and methods, they don't know how many conditions are needed to create a Shang Yang again.

A lot of animality has been stripped away, which can only be achieved by children under the age of ten.

A beast master at birth, and this beast master needs to be attracted by some similar qualities in those beasts.

The rat beast master who made Shang Yang's wedding dress, its favorite trait, as it once said, comes from the despair of pure things.

Then, a person who has met the conditions for awakening but has not completed the introduction of animal nature and achieved awakening is needed to be the bearer of all this.

This carrier is also not something that can be solved simply.

He needs to be able to resonate enough with the beasts stripped out of those children, so that those beasts can trust him with everything with peace of mind.

This is a miraculous road based on fresh life, paved with despair and hope, and where the higher soul and the lower animal nature can be perfectly blended.

It's almost impossible to reproduce.

Shang Yang's spirit is indeed no longer his own, but also the spirit of the rat beast master and the rats.

So when he entered the theater, everything about him was brought along with him.

"Does this mean that we need to pay attention to this state of mental suturing?" Wan Yi asked.

Shang Yang completed this wonderful transformation by accident, but the world is full of wonders, and there are many ways to create mental suture monsters. If someone in the play accidentally rolls over, then the theater may indeed be invaded.

Even considering the previous mask ability, Wan Yi himself has this possibility.

Of course, Wan Yi is always introspective about his mental state, and the possibility of being taken advantage of without knowing it at all is not high.

The demon lord and the good man originally only planned to watch it for fun, but they didn't expect to encounter such a show. They couldn't help but be fascinated by it and stayed here for a long time.

Now that the play is over, after saying hello to the troupe leader, they left one after another.

After watching the two leave, Wan Yi went back to the Nightmare Carnival and picked up Mr. Mask, who was about to be rolled into a ball.

Then through reminders from other clones, I met an unexpected person.

The pictures and texts seem to have entered a nightmare carnival unconsciously after a long period of lethargy, and are constantly challenging the scripts in the interpretation hall.

And trying to level up quickly, Wan Yi, a staff member of some low-level scripts, is already calling for the graphics and text to be thrown into the real world of boundaries.

At this time, Picture and Wenwen finished another script interpretation and sat down to rest in front of the bar in the performance hall.

Today's bartender is a man who looks a bit rough. The bartender's uniform looks inappropriate on him. He is handsome but has sharp and sinister eyebrows.

The pictures, texts, and texts know that he is the most respected person among the many service staff in the interpretation hall who are randomly refreshed.

Because he is so weird, he seems to be able to open his mouth at any time anywhere on his body, and those mouths seem to have their own consciousness, and they are talking and making a lot of noise.

Didn’t you see that there was no one at the bar in the performance hall today except for pictures and texts?

This is all the blessing of dragging down this elder brother.

"You're so awesome. You can speed through the script just now after drinking a few bottles of wine." The noisy monster didn't really care about pictures and texts at first. He usually came to the Nightmare Carnival just to have some peace and quiet.

Even though he may never be truly pure.

Naturally, the person who spoke to Tu Wenwen was not himself, but a mouth that suddenly opened on his hand wiping the wine glass.

"Select all combat dungeons and kill them." Tu Wenwen said in a muffled voice and drank another drink.

She continued to read scripts, and her level had changed from the initial "stranger" to a "spectator". She had the power to "select plays", which simply means that she could select the types of scripts.

After drinking, she rushed into the battle script without thinking.

Anyway, there is no real death in the carnival, she is stimulating herself with pleasure and pain.

"Are you calmer now?" Seeing this, the noisy monster asked casually.

"I've won five games in a row. I'll probably wake up when I die again." The picture and text said.

"You were just bullied by a little cub." Another mouth opened on the noisy monster's face and said.

"That's right, don't be discouraged. Everyone is just a sidekick every day, so why bother yourself?"

"Miss, although this is a dream, drink in moderation. After all, for the sake of customer experience, we have tried our best to restore various feelings. If you continue like this, you will get drunk."

"It doesn't matter. It's not easy to get drunk in reality. You can do it here. Isn't it a carnival anyway?" Tu Wenwen let out a wine burp.

"So are you really smart?" Noisy Guy pressed his mouth back in displeasure and asked Tu Wenwen again.

"It's just a state of depression that adults have after failing to cope with stress. Give me a while and I will recover soon." Tu Wenwen was lying on the bar.

To put it bluntly, she had just adapted to the environment of the Sinking Sky Island Group. After arriving in Fuso City as planned, the connection with her family made her excited, and then she was tortured by Jeffrey. Maybe she also had etheric energy. The impact is that the mentality has returned to a very early state of collapse.

Of course, what is different from the past is that in the past, the pictures and texts would just sit there and wait for my sister to find her.

But now she has resorted to drinking to drown her sorrows and then seeking stimulation in her dreams to suppress this state.

It looks ugly, but it is also a kind of growth.

After thinking for a while, the noisy monster said: "Then you should hurry up and start the next show. Every time I see you who are always drinking, I feel that it is a big loss for the troupe director to make this place alcohol-free."

"Okay, okay, I'll be there right away." Tu Wenwen also listened and walked directly to the preparation area of ​​the performance hall with the wine bottle in hand.

The noisy monster thought for a moment.

"Do you have bad intentions?" He opened his mouth.

"It's a coincidence that I have one too," another mouth said.

"Did you all think about it together? There is such a tacit understanding, hehe!" Another mouth opened.

"We really have a good understanding of each other!"

"Mom, shut up!" Noisy Monster cursed in a suppressed voice, feeling that his pressure level was rising.

At this time, Xu Shen happened to come over. After looking at it, he found that there seemed to be very few people at the bar today, so he came over and said, "Hello, give me a drink..."

"Get out of here, you little brat!" Then before he could finish his words, he was violently slapped by the noisy monster, and he ran straight to the script in despair.

"If you don't give it, you won't give it. You're so mean and stingy..."

Okay, okay, back to the relaxing part~