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

"Don't be like that, I'm still very happy in the end." The Demon Lord smiled and patted Wan Yi on the shoulder and comforted.

"When I used that mouse as material, I was already in the mindset of having fun!" Wan also said quite uncomfortably.

As a result, I didn't see the fun, but watched a heavy revenge drama.

In order to hang Shang Yang's life, he once desperately grabbed the script with the quill.

Not at all happy.

However, as the Demon Lord said, the addition of a new actor must be good for the theater, it can become more lively, and a script has been added to the theater bookshelf.

It's all good.

Just for this "home".

"Actually, Shang Yang's situation is very interesting, it is not only he who comes to the theater, but also the rat colony he carries." The benevolent man said it all with interest.

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

"The spirits have been completely fused, and with the presence called the Beast Master as the glue, they are perfectly combined. With the situation in this scripted world, I am afraid that this miracle will not happen again. The Demon Lord said.

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

Even if some people know Luoba's general experimental ideas and methods, they don't know how many conditions are needed to build a Shangyang again.

A large number of stripped beastliness, which can only be done in children under the age of ten.

A beast master who is in the process of birth, and who needs to be attracted to some similar trait in those beasts.

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

Then, it takes a person who has reached the conditions of awakening but has not completed the animalistic connection and achieved the awakening as the carrier of all this.

Again, this carrier is not something that can be done simply.

He needed to be able to resonate enough with the beastly nature that those children had stripped away, so that those beasts could trust everything to him with peace of mind.

This is a miraculous path based on fresh life, where despair and hope are laid out, and the higher souls and the lower animal nature are perfectly blended.

It's almost impossible to reproduce.

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

So when he went to the theater, everything about him was brought with him.

"Does that mean that you need to pay attention to this state of mental stitching?" Wan also asked.

Shang Yang completed this wonderful transformation by mistake, but the world is full of wonders, and the methods of creating spiritual stitching monsters abound, and if someone in the play accidentally overturns, then the theater may indeed be invaded.

Even considering the ability of the previous mask, 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 and completely unaware should not be high.

The demon lord and the beloved were originally only going to watch the fun, but they didn't expect to encounter such a play, so they couldn't help but be fascinated by it and stayed here for a long time.

Now that the play is over, after greeting the troupe director, they have left one after another.

After seeing the two leave, Wan also went back to the Nightmare Carnival and picked up Mr. Mask, who was almost turned into a ball.

Then through the reminders of other doppelgangers, I met an unexpected person.

Tuwenwen seems to have unconsciously entered the nightmare carnival in the long-term lethargy and recuperation, and is constantly challenging the scripts of the hall.

And trying to improve the level rapidly, some low-level script staff Wan Yi is already calling for the graphic text to be thrown into the real boundary world.

At this time, Tuwenwen ended another script interpretation and sat in front of the bar in the interpretation hall to rest.

Today's bartender is a man who looks a little rough, the bartender suit is full of disobedience on his body, and he is handsome but has sharp eyebrows and eyes.

Graphic and Wenwen know that he is the most respectable one among the many randomly refreshed service personnel in the interpretation hall.

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 very noisy to talk about.

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

This is all a blessing that dragged this big brother.

"You're so good, after drinking a few bottles of wine, you can speed up the script just now." The noisy monster didn't really want to pay attention to the pictures and texts, he usually came to the Nightmare Carnival just to be quiet.

Even he may never be truly pure.

And it was not himself who spoke to Tuwenwen, but a mouth that suddenly opened in the hand where he was wiping the wine glass.

"Choose all the combat dungeons, just kill them." Tuwenwen said in a muffled voice and toasted again.

She has continuously brushed scripts, and her level has changed from the original "stranger" to "spectator", and she has the power to "select plays", simply put, she can screen the type of script.

After she drank alcohol, she rushed into the combat script without brains.

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

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

"I've won five in a row, and I'll probably be sober when I die again." Graphic text.

"You're just being bullied by a big cub." Another mouth opened on the noisy face and said.

"That's it, don't be discouraged, everyone is a trick every day, why bother yourself?"

"Miss, although this is a dream, but the drinking is moderate, after all, for the sake of customer experience, we have tried our best to restore all kinds of feelings, and you will get drunk if you continue like this."

"It doesn't matter, it's not good to get drunk in reality, it's always okay here, isn't it a carnival anyway?" Picture and text burped.

"So you're really funny?" Noisy pressed his mouth back in annoyance, and then asked Tuwenwen.

"Adults have a depressed state after failing to resist stress, and after a while, I will recover soon." Graphic text lying on the bar.

To put it bluntly, she had just adapted to the environment of the Sunken Sky Island Group, and after coming to Fusang City as scheduled, the connection with her family made her mind stir, and then she was tossed by Jeffrey, perhaps also under the influence of etheric energy, and her mentality returned to a very early state of collapse.

Of course, unlike before, in the past, Tuwenwen would only be stupid and sit in place waiting for his sister to find him.

And now she has resorted to alcohol to kill her sorrows, and then seeks excitement in her dreams to suppress this state.

It looks ugly, but it's not a kind of growth.

After thinking about it for a while, he said: "Then you hurry up and start the next show, every time I see you drinking all the time, I feel that it is a great loss for the troupe leader to set this place as free of drink." ”

"Okay, okay, I'll go right away." Tu Wenwen also listened to it, and walked directly to the preparation area of the interpretation hall with the wine bottle.

The noisy monster thought for a moment.

"Do you have bad intentions?" A mouth opens.

"Coincidentally, I have it too." The other mouth said.

"Everybody thought of going together? What a tacit understanding, hehe! "Another mouth.

"We really have a heart!"

"Damn, shut up Lao Tzu!" The noisy monster suppressed his voice and cursed, feeling that his pressure value was rising.

At this time, Xu Shen happened to come over, looked at it and found that there seemed to be very few people at the bar today, so he came up in a hurry: "Hello, give me a glass of wine......

"!" Then before he finished speaking, he was violently attacked by the noisy monster, and ran straight to the script in a gray way.

"If you don't give it, you won't give it, it's still so fierce, ...... stingy"

Okay, okay, back to the easy part~

(End of chapter)