Chapter 167 The True Identity of the Troupe Leader

Bai Lan felt a force dragging him forward at a high speed.

That kind of speed is amazing.

It seemed like nothing could stop it.

It transcends time, space, and all boundaries.

Beneath him was the rapidly shrinking Gushan battlefield.

The battlefield was like a boxy miniature stage with nothing around it.

Bai Lan realized that he was moving away from the stage.

Although it sounds complicated. Because for Laketown's playwright, that future hasn't happened yet.

But under the gaze of the God of Dreams, this future is destined to happen, driven by various events and coincidences.

It was said that he was thrown into the future, but in fact he was just thrown into the future stage previewed by the god of prophecies and dreams.

So, only that stage exists.

He was like an ant that accidentally entered the stage and would die in the aftermath of the battle in the script. He himself didn't even have time to escape. As soon as he appeared, the dragon's power that filled the world made him stiff.

But now, he is moving away.

Following the pull of an inexplicable force, he retreated and escaped from the desperate situation.

That kind of power is like an instant, but also like eternity.

When Bai Lan regained the texture of space, he turned around and saw only a black back disappearing into the void, like some kind of liquid immersed in water and then quickly evaporating and spreading.

Although he only captured an afterimage, Bai Lan still instinctively recognized the figure as a demonic wolf.

"Such a thing could happen?"

Once a high-level existence is touched, everything will inevitably become very dangerous.

After all, that kind of high-level existence can crush them with just one glance or one breath.

But their strength is low, they can't do much, and sometimes they have to drift with the crowd due to their own choices.

Wealth and honor come from danger, and whatever power you gain, you also have to bear whatever risks you bear.

Even if you die on the way, it is normal.

But Bai Lan never expected that such a thing would happen.

He really had a brush with death, or in other words, he was supposed to die, but it was reversed.

This development is too strange, and there are only two possibilities.

"Is that the magic wolf imagined by the God of Dreams? Let the magic wolf hide in the dark to save people who accidentally enter the stage? However, there is no need for him to arrange such a role in the predetermined script, let alone the one he controls. The invincible devil wolf."

Bai Lan asked himself, the demon wolf killed gods, which aroused the fear of the gods. There had been many encirclement and suppression campaigns against the demon wolf, but they all ended in failure.

The demon wolf has no followers, and he is incompatible with the gods.

There is no need for the God of Prophecy and Dreams to set up such a character in secret, unless He knows the first-generation Demon Wolf.

"Another possibility is the remaining power of the first-generation demon wolf?" Bai Lan thought of this possibility and felt that it was very close to reality.

After all, the magic wolf also participated in that divine battle, and most likely attacked the original moon.

He wrote this down secretly, but now that there is no information, there is no way to guess the intention of the first generation demon wolf.

But now Bai Lan has gradually understood that without the approval of a certain true god, then no one can master the path of that true god.

According to the relationship between the divine path and the derived path, it should be equivalent to the gods and the church.

The latter are dependents and believers of the former.

The witch of the Misty Forest might have just treated him as a test subject at first.

After all, she just thought that he had the qualifications in this area and was very suitable for this mythical epic path, so she gave him suggestions.

Whether it can be realized is another matter. Even if it is realized, he will most likely die in some sudden accident.

It's just that he happened to become a demon wolf, and he happened to survive.

What would happen if we continued down this path?

He will gradually get closer to the Demon Wolf's throne, and eventually become a cornerstone of the Demon Wolf's throne, just because that throne was not cast by him.

But it is too far away to think about these now. The important thing is to focus on the present.

If you can't survive now, there will be no future.

His eyes were cold: "This drama should end."

…

The playwright suddenly turned his head.

For the first time, a look of shock appeared on her cold face.

"No!" She shook her head with disbelief on her face.

How can anyone escape the kingdom of God?

But this is the case.

The playwright instinctively raised his hand, hoping to take out the "Anchor Pen" and arrange everyone's life and death.

Her "Writer" path is not good at fighting. If she does not use her special abilities, even thieves of the same level can easily take her life.

Because of this, as long as she knows more about it and knows the information, the things she can do are terrifying.

But she stopped her behavior abruptly.

This is pointless behavior.

Until now, she still can't figure out why it failed?

Even if her ability fails, why does the quill gifted by the gods also fail?

That quill can determine the fate of legendary creatures, so why is a small character at Sequence 9 not affected?

"No……"

The playwright begins to retreat, about to disappear into the background.

Bai Lan rushed straight forward, as fast as the wind.

He caught the playwright's arm before she disappeared into the darkness.

And he put his straight palm against the playwright's neck, like a sharp blade.

Bai Lan knew that everything in Changhu Town was an illusion.

The real Scarlet Troupe was destroyed long before the God War.

The Scarlet Troupe active in Changhu Town should have recreated all this just because of the God of Dreams.

But the people in the troupe don't know this kind of thing. To the playwright, they should just be enemies that suddenly appear.

Bai Lan said coldly: "Do you have any last words?"

The playwright had a tough attitude: "You want to seduce me into taking out that thing you want? You have a wishful thinking that that god-given thing will stay in the troupe forever."

Bai Lan frowned. The playwright was a higher level than him. He had probably reached the limit of Sequence 9. He was not promoted to Sequence 8 just because he wanted to stay in the troupe.

Although he has the [Mental Confusion] skill, it is not enough to affect the playwright's mind.

After all, this is also a low-level skill.

The playwright said in a slightly crazy tone: "Do you think you have won? Look around you."

Bai Lan fell silent as he smelled the strong smell of blood.

The corpses around him were slowly turning cold.

Not only were there members of the troupe, but also the pavilion master and others.

Their blood flows on the stage.

In the short moment when he was sealed in the play card, everyone died in the background of the performance of [Curse Sonata].

Either die from a sharp weapon or die from madness.

Their death process was full of pain, and they just fell to the ground.

And their state is the real body, so there is no chance of resurrection.

This is a tragedy.

Only Sophia was still alive, and her angry eyes were filled with blood: "You bunch of puppets on strings, get out of here!"

She is fighting, but she seems to be stretched thin at the moment. The extraordinary people in the troupe are extremely numerous and are besieging her.

The playwright gave a breathtaking smile and said to Bai Lan: "You can't use that pen, you are already a transcendent. Who are you going to use it for? They all died here! Hahaha!"

Bai Lan's eyes were dim and she said, "You will die too."

The playwright was unfazed, but she was getting closer.

A blood line was cut on the neck by Bai Lan's straight palm, and he said in a bewitching tone:

"Everyone will die! Your path should be the path of God. I only think of this possibility, because only for this kind of people, the 'writer' cannot arrange the fate, because your fate has already been determined."

"Just like a kite, no matter how high or far it flies, you are always held by the kite flyer, because that is your source."

Bai Lan's expression was cold: "You want to shake my will? But there is only one thing I have to do next, and that is to let you bury them together."

The playwright stared at him: "Then why don't you take action? What are you waiting for? I really like your current mood. You are as angry as a volcano, but also sad. With a glimmer of hope, you turn the boiling The magma is pressing inside your body, why not release it and destroy everything you see?"

Bai Lan felt in trouble and was in a dilemma.

The main reason is that dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water.

This guy likes tragedy very much, even if the tragedy is herself.

In order to avenge his companions, he killed everyone in the troupe, burned the whole place down with a fire, and then left in the fire. This was in line with the playwright's idea, which also meant that there was no room for communication.

But Bai Lan feels that the Pavilion Master and others still have hope of recovery.

Use that quill or something.

The death of four top players at once is a huge loss for the player camp.

The scene froze for a moment.

But at this moment, the playwright seemed to notice something, and she slowly turned her head to look at the dark corridor behind the curtain.

Then, she suddenly became furious: "You can't do this..."

She seemed to be talking to someone.

Bai Lan was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly thought: "Alice?"

…

Alice stood in the deepest room.

But the light here is not obvious, and most of the room is immersed in shadow.

She looked at the undulating bedding on the classic bed.

The playwright places many restrictions on her, the biggest of which is that she is prohibited from using magic.

In comparison, eating and sleeping are secondary.

"Alice will enter a fantasy world when she goes into the rabbit hole, so what will happen if I lift the quilt?" she said to herself.

"Will the mysterious troupe leader appear? Can I, the trainee troupe member, see him?"

The player's defeat is doomed.

The playwright almost wiped out everyone without even taking action from the troupe leader himself.

The failure of this trip is unacceptable to them.

If she goes back naked like this, she will only become the puppet of that evil old witch, and she will never have any hope of making a comeback.

Rather than sit back and wait for death, it is better to sink the boat.

But rather than fighting the playwright, she cared more about what secrets the troupe hid, which made her sleepless and uneasy these days.

As far as she knew, after the Scarlet Troupe came to Changhu Town, the troupe leader who was supposed to come forward to negotiate disappeared.

With an elegant smile, Alice lifted the quilt with a smile.

Then, her pupils shrank.

That is an inhuman thing!

A strange creature that looked like a bird but had no legs lay on the bed like a zombie.

It was very fluffy on the whole, and was covered in a black-gray substance, as if it had been rolled in soot, or like a large area of ​​ringworm. It looked dirty and ugly, and no part of it was intact.

The most peculiar thing is its feathers - or tiny hairs, there are thousands of them, forming a feather-like structure, layered on top of each other, densely packed.

Each hair naturally forms one strange rune after another, as if it is connected to something invisibly, exuding a weird and twisted feeling, extending to an infinite distance.

But all the hairs curled downwards, and all the feathers curled up. They did not extend forward, but formed a closed loop that continued to extend, as if the future did not exist.

The moment the quilt was lifted.

That unique aura suddenly overflowed.

This is a sight that cannot be seen in ordinary things. It seems to contain rules and principles, which makes people dazzled, as if they want to be immersed in it.

Bo~~

At this time, one dream bubble after another kept popping up from his mouth.

A scene appears on the surface of the bubble.

A creature that looks like a bird but not a bird, covered in black and gray, and constantly blowing bubbles from its mouth.

The bubble surface shows the same scene.

A creature that looks like a bird but not a bird, covered in black and gray, and constantly blowing bubbles from its mouth.

…

"Leader of the Theater? No, a mythical creature... no, the god of dreams and prophecies..."

Alice's pupils trembled.

As she laid eyes on the body of the mythical creature.

She felt intense confusion and conflict, as if she was in a dream, with a unique floating feeling.

Alice took a step back.

The troupe leader turned out to be that god?

It doesn't matter whether it's a clone or a human being in the game.

This creature existed naked before her eyes.

She had learned many secrets from the Witch of the Wild, including information about mythical creatures.

For a moment, she felt dizzy.

The scenes in front of me are overlapping in various ways, as if they are interlocking, with large rings interlocking small rings, small rings expanding into large rings and interlocking small rings, and so on in an infinite loop.

An indescribable feeling of terror came over me.

And also at this moment.

The entire Changhu Town was flickering, like a screen of snowflakes and white noise.

In Changhu Town, both the sleeping dwarves and the awake dwarves noticed a strange feeling.

…

"Just kill us all! But you can't disturb His sleep!"

The playwright made an angry noise.

Bai Lan also felt a sense of turmoil.

And it was clearer than Alice could sense.

Bai Lan felt that when he opened his eyes, he should wake up from the real world.

But in fact, he is still here.

Just because dreams are reality and reality is dreams.

Bai Lan realized why the descendant body and the real body were reversed.

Just like Zhuang Zhou Mengdie.

But the butterfly became Zhuang Zhou himself.

"We are in a huge dream."

The demon wolf's premonition and [Dream Entering] skill made Bai Lan aware of this situation.

This is as it should be.

This is the domain of the God of Dreams.

But what if the dream bursts like a bubble?