Chapter 833

Pushing Open the Door of the Faith Theater

The frozen earth, blown into a layer of thick ice, was not easy to walk on; it took Zhang Jizu a long time to finally step into the theater's perimeter and ascend the long steps outside the theater.

And when he arrived in front of the theater door, in front of him was a theater door so huge it was two people tall; that strange warm light was leaking out from the gap in the middle of this door.

Of course, besides this door two people tall, two people were standing in front of the door.

Coincidentally, a Weaver of Fate was rolling his eyes at an Inspector, complaining about something, until Zhang Jizu arrived in front of them, at which point the Weaver of Fate turned his head and teased with a clicking sound:

"Let me see who has arrived; oh, it's old Zhang. What's wrong, calling you old Zhang, have your arms and legs really gotten old, why did you come so slowly?"

Zhang Jizu narrowed his eyes, his gaze darting back and forth between the two people in front of him, and not long after, he looked around, as if pondering where the others had gone, but after observing for a moment and seeing no one, he smiled and replied:

"I am not slow, but rather I arrived just at the right time."

Cheng Shi curled his lips and said unpleasantly: "Can't you tell a compliment from an insult? I'm mocking you, do you really think it's a compliment? Do you know how long we've been waiting for you? Time is precious, squinty old Zhang."

"Oh? If time is truly precious, you and the Inspector would definitely not be standing here.

Since you are waiting for me, it means that before I arrived, you were unable to push open this door.

So I said I arrived just at the right time; tell me, what should I do?"

At this moment, Zhang Jizu's pragmatic style came into play again; Cheng Shi sized him up with a strange expression, but didn't dwell on it, instead pointing to the door leaf on the right side of the big door and saying:

"You push the right side, the Inspector pushes the left, and I stand in the middle; that way we can get in." Cheng Shi stood in his designated position with a hooked smile, spreading his hands and puffing out his chest, looking like a clown on stage ready to welcome the audience.

"?"

Seeing this, Zhang Jizu was stunned for a moment, frowning and pointing at Cheng Shi's feet, asking: "If only two people are needed to push the door, what is your role standing here?"

"Sense of ritual."

Cheng Shi smiled wickedly, but Zhang Jizu wouldn't believe him; he knew that if it were truly just a sense of ritual, the two of them wouldn't still be here right now; this could only mean that this door must be pushed open by three people.

So the other two also discovered this point and were unwilling to cooperate with Cheng Shi, going off to find another way?

Even so, with Cheng Shi's cleverness, how could he be blocked here because of a door?

Didn't he come up with some devious plan?

Or is there... something strange inside this door?

Zhang Jizu looked inside through the gap; he originally wanted to see what was behind the door, but that warm light seemed like source-less void; he could only see the brightness, but couldn't see any specific objects.

So he had to give up, frowning and squeezing Cheng Shi aside, standing in Cheng Shi's original position.

Now, Cheng Shi wasn't having it.

"?"

"Squinty old Zhang, I've discovered your thinking has been very dangerous lately; do you know what you're doing?"

"Mm, I know, I am enjoying the sense of ritual."

"... Have you ever thought about where your sense of ritual comes from?" Cheng Shi was so angry he laughed.

"Snatching it from you, so, thank you, go push the door, don't waste time.

Time is precious, that's what you said too."

"..." Cheng Shi was speechless; he mimicked squinty old Zhang's squinting look and watched the other party, sizing him up for a long time before saying, "You really have changed."

But he didn't dwell on it, instead standing helplessly in front of the door, preparing to push.

Watching Ai Si had long been prepared, and seeing these two finally calm down, she rolled her eyes and said: "I'll count 1, 2, 3, we together...

???

The one surnamed Cheng, I haven't started counting yet!"

"?" Cheng Shi exerted force suddenly, pushing the door open a crack, and then blinked innocently, "Didn't you finish counting?"

"You..."

"Don't you you you me, the door is open, let's go, you two, let's see what secrets are hidden in this theater."

Saying this, Cheng Shi squeezed sideways through the slightly opened door gap, Watching Ai Si followed closely behind, and Zhang Jizu frowned and looked at his own feet, always feeling that although the magic array at the entrance was ancient, it... looked newly arranged.

Illusion, or a distortion of time and space?

Also, the atmosphere here is so strange, who exactly caused it?

He pondered for a while, didn't speak, silently kept everything in his heart, and then followed the two's footsteps.

And the moment the three players stepped into that warm light...

"Buzz—"

Everyone's vision suddenly became blindingly white, and then quickly recovered, but before they could see the scene in front of them, countless noisy sounds had already poured into their ears.

Carriages, pedestrians, young ladies, gentlemen, conversations, arguments... these chaotic and disturbing sounds sounded from all directions without warning, making everyone instantly feel that they hadn't come to a theater, but more like a marketplace.

Sure enough, the moment the three's vision returned to normal, everything they saw verified this guess.

They had indeed come to a marketplace, an icy marketplace belonging to Sandlais!

Not only that, the theater they had just pushed the door open to enter was now standing at the other end of this marketplace, looking at them from afar; it looked as if space had been distorted and stretched, dragging the three of them back outside the theater.

"This is...!?"

Watching Ai Si widened her eyes; she turned her head back in disbelief and found that the big door that required three people to cooperate to push open was clearly behind her, so what was everything in front of her?

A second theater?

Another Sandlais?

Her pupils shrank slightly, and she quietly gripped the giant blade in her hand.

The other two were just as shocked as she was, but after a bit of shock, Cheng Shi's gaze condensed, and he shook his head with a chuckle:

"The past Sandlais?

Heh, interesting; who could have imagined that what was hidden in the theater was not a stage, but the past of Sandlais?

But this can also be said to be a stage, but as for whether the ones singing on this stage are the variables living in Sandlais, or the scholars of the Tower of Rationality hidden underground, or perhaps some teammate who got here first...

That's hard to say."

Hearing this, Watching Ai Si's gaze also gradually sank, but she wasn't constantly vigilant of the outside world, instead quietly using her peripheral vision to look at Zhang Jizu on the other side.

Zhang Jizu's eyes were almost squinted shut, because he saw much more than the other two.

He rubbed his hands hidden in his sleeves for a moment, confirming that he had smelled some divine power in this "magnificent performance."

And coincidentally, these divine powers were exactly 【Memory】.