Chapter 220: The Insignificant Person

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

Before he could recover his senses, that figure instantly disappeared from its original spot.

After the collision between the scarlet light and the lightning Long Spear, the rippling aftermath swept out a vacuum area in the sky. The black-eyed Jian Changsheng groaned muffledly, his figure retreating slightly by half a step. That Long Spear flew backward toward his face, and he grabbed it back-handedly in his palm.

Only then did he discover that the originally dark red Long Spear was only left with the bottom half of the shaft. The upper half where the spear tip used to be had already turned into a juicy sugarcane, and there was even a red string tied to the top of the sugarcane...

The sugarcane and the Long Spear were bizarrely fused together without the slightest sense of abruptness or disconnection, as if it was supposed to look like this in the first place.

The gaze of the black-eyed Jian Changsheng looking at the giant eye in the sky became increasingly cold. Just as he was about to make a move, the blood vessels under his skin were gradually dyed black and twisted violently, and the Killing Intent radiating from his body also became erratic.

"Have I already reached the limit..." The black-eyed Jian Changsheng looked at this body, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter.

Seemingly sensing that the black-eyed Jian Changsheng's Domain began to shake, the churning red clouds became even more frenzied, converging around him like a vortex. The wandering lightning could no longer completely tear apart these paper strips that took advantage of the weakness to enter.

The black-eyed Jian Changsheng threw the useless Long Spear to the side. Just as he was about to make a move, a light whisper came from behind him:

The moment the voice sounded, the surging red paper strips paused slightly, stopping briefly in midair. They seemed to have forgotten what they were supposed to do, hovering blankly around...

Seeing this scene, astonishment surfaced on the face of the black-eyed Jian Changsheng. He looked back, only to see a figure wearing the uniform of a Stars Chamber of Commerce guard slowly walking over.

It was a plain-looking man, neither tall nor short. He belonged to the type of passerby who, after being seen once and thrown into a crowd, would be very difficult to recognize again. And at this moment, the only thing that made him recognizable was that distinctive and mysterious Opera Mask.

The black-eyed Jian Changsheng narrowed his eyes slightly. "Who are you? I didn't seem to sense you just now."

"In every story, there will always be some insignificant and inconspicuous Roles, saying unimportant lines, acting as Unregarded masses, and I am them... Or rather, they are all me." The Secondary Male Role smiled faintly.

The black-eyed Jian Changsheng looked at him coldly without saying anything else.

"Senior, considering that this body is about to give out, you should stop," The Secondary Male Role spoke again. "As for that Calamity, I will handle it properly."

The Secondary Male Role's tone was respectful but not humble, like a gentle breeze brushing by, giving people an inexplicable sense of conviction.

The black-eyed Jian Changsheng looked down at his palm that had almost turned black, and then looked at the eye still suspended above the red clouds. After a moment of silence, he still withdrew the teetering Domain.

"You'd better really be able to handle it." The black-eyed Jian Changsheng said indifferently.

As his voice fell, the Killing Intent around him rolled back into his body madly, and the blackness in his eyes also receded like a tide. Jian Changsheng's entire person began to turn black as if poisoned. After his body trembled slightly, he plunged headfirst toward the earth below!

This place was about several hundred meters above the ground. The Secondary Male Role watched with his own eyes as Jian Changsheng fell headfirst, and then squashed into meat paste with a splat.

A figure wearing a Woolen Overcoat walked out from the side and stood by this puddle of meat paste. It was precisely Chu Muyun.

He looked up at the sky and spoke respectfully:

"Please do as you wish. I will handle the aftermath here."

The Secondary Male Role nodded slightly, withdrew his gaze from Jian Changsheng, and looked again at the paper sun eye floating not far away.

He stepped forward, passing through the churning red paper sea, and walked straight ahead... And as he approached, those snake-like red papers acted as if they hadn't noticed him at all, flying aimlessly. Even their movement trajectories would automatically bypass the Secondary Male Role's direction of advancement.

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

But Chen Ling behind the Grand Curtain clearly saw the other party.

"Looking at the makeup on the face... It should undoubtedly be the face of the Secondary Male Role." Chen Ling looked at that Opera Mask, a trace of bewilderment flashing in his eyes. "Could it be a Divine Path Possessor of the Path of the Actor?"

In traditional opera performances, all Roles could be divided into five professions, namely the Male Lead, Female Lead, Painted Face Role, Secondary Male Role, and Clown. Each profession would have even more finely divided categories... And the face before him, with white as the base color and appropriately traced with blue lines, had monotonous and unglamorous colors and simple lines, which was precisely the characteristic of the Secondary Male Role's Opera Mask.

Because the Secondary Male Role mostly played minor Roles and had a singular image, they could sometimes be replaced by other professions. Therefore, the Secondary Male Role had already disappeared in many places. Even in the memories of his past life, Chen Ling rarely saw this profession.

Looking at the Secondary Male Role coming and going freely in the red sea, Chen Ling felt somewhat curious. This was the first time he had encountered a Divine Path Possessor of the Path of the Actor other than himself. To think that even a Sixth Stage red paper monster couldn't detect his existence.

"Little Junior Brother, are you inside?" The Secondary Male Role stood before the eye and spoke softly.

Chen Ling was stunned.

These few short words made his brain spin rapidly... The red-clothed figure he had just sensed in the depths of his memories, who called himself Master, surfaced in his mind again.

This Secondary Male Role was also that person's Disciple? Counting by seniority, he was even his own senior brother??

Chen Ling tried to respond, but unsurprisingly, his voice couldn't pass outside the Grand Curtain. The Secondary Male Role just stood before the eye and waited for a long time without getting an answer, and his brows furrowed slightly...

Chen Ling could only desperately reach his arm deep into the barrier of the Grand Curtain. Under his efforts during this time, the gap was barely enough to let his arm pass through. His fingertips were soon about to pierce through that layer of window paper between the Stage and the real world.

Through the Grand Curtain, Chen Ling saw that the Secondary Male Role's expression was somewhat gloomy. He carefully observed this massive eye, seemingly pondering how to get Chen Ling out. His brows tightly knitted into the shape of the character "川" (Chuan).

Right at this moment, an extremely tiny gap silently opened on the surface of the eye pupil. It was only about half the size of a fingernail, and compared to the volume of the entire eye, it was as imperceptible as a grain of sand. And this was already the limit of what Chen Ling could do.

But the moment this gap was opened, the Secondary Male Role's eyes instantly locked onto that position, and the gloom on his face was swept away.

He chuckled softly and spoke gently:

"Found you... Little Junior Brother."