Chapter 1911: Soul Summoning

Soul Summoning

Red Star.

Chen Ling slowly opened his eyes.

The light smoke from the revolver was still drifting in the void. Disordered memories split in his mind, and a burst of bewilderment rose in his eyes.

The slaughter between black and red was still continuing. Seeing those familiar souls of the Fifth Generation world wrapped in red threads around him, Chen Ling froze in place for a moment.

Chen Ling's memories suddenly broke off up to the point of boarding the Red Star... Replaced by it, was a segment of Li Qingshan's memories. This sense of fragmentation made Chen Ling at a loss for a moment, but soon, he reacted.

"Yesterday's Revolver was activated according to plan..."

With a stir of his mind, Chen Ling's consciousness immediately sank into the Theater.

Although he had lost his memories of being on the Red Star, Chen Ling knew very well that before activating Yesterday's Revolver, he must have left a contingency plan...

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

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

[After stepping onto the Red Star, I encountered the Red Star's consciousness disguised as the Second Generation Nameless Actor...]

[...]

Chen Ling carefully finished reading the tiny characters above.

Since all the Audiences had already left the Theater, Chen Ling didn't worry about anyone tampering with the content here. Moreover, after finishing reading, Wen Shilin on the side also stepped forward well-prepared, verbally recounted it to Chen Ling once, cross-referencing with each other.

Soon, Chen Ling understood the current situation.

"Endowing the malicious Audience with a complete life..."

Chen Ling turned his head to look at the curtain. At this moment, the Fourth Wall had already been broken, and the curtain fluttered in the wind. He could clearly see figure after figure mixed among the tide of black and red.

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

Chen Ling continued to lower his head and look at the blood characters on the floor.

[The malicious Audience has all left. Losing them, my 'Negation' has also completely failed...]

[But, I have another idea...]

[The malicious Audience will endow me with the power of 'Negation'. If these true Audiences possessing lives take their seats in the Theater... then, will a new ability appear?]

Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly.

This idea was very bold... but very reasonable.

The essence of Red Star Aspiration Power was "approval". The malicious Audience would negate everything. If this "approval" was placed on other Audiences, theoretically speaking, some new changes would also appear.

But the problem now was, these Audiences had already left the Theater, how could he let them enter again?

This Fourth Wall, going out was naturally possible, but it was fundamentally impossible to enter from the outside... And a crucial point was, these souls outside, without physical bodies as vessels, would quickly dissipate.

After all, Chen Ling couldn't maintain the souls of hundreds of thousands of people with a Channeling Field every moment. Even if his Spiritual Power could keep up, his consciousness couldn't bear it.

"What should be done about this..." Chen Ling's brows furrowed tightly.

"Right at this time,"

"Chen Ling suddenly thought of something."

"He turned his head to look at the center of the Stage, glimmers flickering in his pupils..."

"Since it has come to this, I can only take a gamble."

"Chen Ling took a deep breath, walked in front of the screen, and gently tapped that shaking Treasure Chest button once."

"Clack clack clack clack——!"

"The radiance of the spotlights flickered, and a table appeared in the center of the Stage."

"After Chen Ling completed his Rank 9 performance, he still had a targeted Gacha Draw reward that hadn't been used. Perhaps... he can only rely on this?"

"Chen Ling clearly remembered that those Special Envoys from the Ancient Vault of the Ghost Path possessed absolute control over souls. Not only could they control and mobilize the abilities the souls had when alive, but they could also directly summon souls in the river of ghosts to descend to their side."

"Only, right now he doesn't have Wen Ruoshui by his side to help reboot. Could he really be lucky enough to draw this ability relying just on himself?"

"Chen Ling didn't know, but since it had come to this, he had no other choice besides taking a gamble."

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

"——Kongwang."

"In the next second, several Card Faces were listed out in the void."

"The various Special Envoys of the Ancient Vault of the Ghost Path all followed the same Divine Path route, choosing any of them was the same. But they had quite a few abilities, and the probability of drawing the ability Chen Ling wanted among them was very low."

"This time, without Wen Ruoshui by his side using reboot to help him cheat, could he really hit the jackpot?"

"As his fingertip touched down, Chen Ling's heart immediately grew tense."

"Skill: [Soul Summoning]"

"Affiliation: Path of Ghosts, [Soul Pacifier Envoy] path, Third Tier."

"Character: Kongwang."

"The instant he saw the Card Face, Chen Ling finally let out a long sigh of relief."

The table inside the Theater disappeared without a trace. Chen Ling took a step out, his consciousness already returned to his body.

Draped in the Great Crimson Theatrical Robe, he stood at the edge of the chaotic world of consciousness, his hands forming a mysterious hand seal. The aura of the Path of Ghosts drifted in the void...

The red silk threads connecting the crowd and Chen Ling seemed to have become some kind of medium, slightly trembling with the activation of Chen Ling's [Soul Summoning].

...

"...Hm?"

In the crowd, Huai Meng suddenly lowered his head to look at the red thread at the position of his heart, a touch of doubt flashing in his eyes.

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

"This is..."

"He, is inviting us."

Tian Huai's voice came from beside him.

Huai Meng followed his line of sight to look up at the sky, at that figure draped in the Great Crimson Theatrical Robe.

"Mm, I heard it too." Huai Meng nodded, "The performance... is about to start."

Just as the two were speaking, the Dusk Society members on the side had already excitedly said something to each other, and then grabbed the red thread on their chests with their hands at the first moment... In the next second, some kind of white thing appeared in their hands, and their figures vanished out of sight accordingly.

Not only the Dusk Society members, more and more figures began to disappear from the Red Star's world of consciousness. The red threads retreated like a tide towards the direction of the red-clad figure.

"Interesting... I haven't yet experienced the feeling of being an 'Audience'." The corners of Tian Huai's mouth curled into a faint smile.

"Going?"

Huai Meng turned his head to look at him, seemingly with some anticipation in his gaze.

"Let's go. We were originally deceased souls that don't belong to this world anyway... Watching a performance is always more interesting than being in the umbrella." Tian Huai looked at Chen Ling's figure and smiled slightly,

"I am quite curious, what kind of performance... will he bring us?"

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