Wan Yi has been busy recently, so he has a lot less time to go to the theater, or he just chats, and rarely pays attention to the changes in the repertoire.

Recently, after his free time, he spends most of his time in the theater.

He reviewed all the existing repertoire developments in the play, and tried to open a few new plays by the way, but still nothing was gained.

Wan Yi now has no expectations for the direct appearance of new awakening people in the play, and every time he opens a new script, he just wants to see some different stories.

However, in the process of opening a new script, Wan Yi keenly noticed some changes.

The stage for the development of the script, the kind of leisurely and ordinary daily background of the script has become much less, and many scripts encounter great danger as soon as they enter and explode on the spot.

The danger of the scripted world is increasing.

It's not hard to think of a reason.

There is no doubt that it is precisely because of the collapse of the low-depth boundary zone that the script screening can only go to the dangerous high-depth boundary.

……

Wan Yi sat in the audience, looking at the picture in front of him.

On the screen, a handsome-faced teenager Top Gun has just walked out of the novice village, ready to make a career of his own, and then on the day of departure, two unknown powerhouses fiercely fight in the air, and the aftermath of the collision directly razes the small village below to the ground.

The boy unexpectedly survived and vowed revenge.

When Wan Yi saw this, he cheered up, thinking that it was so miserable that he was going to wake up?

Then because of the huge handover, a piece of gravel fell on the mountain.

It's not big, but it's sharp and heavy enough.

smashed on the boy's head and died on the spot.

Watch as the lights on the stage dimmed, and then the dim lights of the rest of the theater came back on.

End of script.

Wan was also discouraged, and leaned his head on the seat, but it was not strange.

At present, he is the only one in the theater, and he rarely has the opportunity to be alone.

Although he didn't want to be alone in the theater, it felt better to be accompanied by other people, and the group in his head didn't count.

Just as Wan Yi was packing up and preparing to open the next handful, the side door was pushed open, and a man who was not tall but sturdy and had flying snow in his eyes walked in.

"Fukong? It's been a long time. Wan Yi greeted.

Fukong hasn't been to the theater much since the time he sank the Sky Islands, and it seems that something has changed in the world of his scripts.

After the mysterious man in the color cloth of the Daobai Sect opened a new era of the Broken World, even the Abyss Boundary Belt was affected, but for the huge and extremely deep Abyss Boundary Belt, they did not want to disintegrate themselves into this world, and they were all resisting this process.

They are all waiting.

However, on Bai Cang's side, the aforementioned search for the core fragment of the "earth" still seems to be missing, and we have to wait a little longer.

"Troupe leader, you're here." Fukong glanced at the theater that he hadn't seen for a long time, and walked to the place next to Wan Yi and sat down.

Wan also felt a sense of weariness in his tone.

"Are you busy over there?" He asked, unless the people in the play are seedlings that need attention, he rarely directly translates other people's scripts.

He prefers the feeling of listening to people tell it in person, which is not interesting.

After being silent for a while, Fukong said slowly: "War is coming. ”

Wan Yi's hand playing with the material paused slightly.

"War?"

Fukong closed his good-looking eyes and exhaled: "Probably because of the influence of the world on the troupe leader's side, although our world itself is not in major trouble, problems still arise large and small. ”

"The sea level is rising, fires are burning in the mountains for no reason, earthquakes are frequent, and the highest mountain in the country is crumbling, and according to the predictions of the magicians of the great powers, it may collapse directly."

Wan Yi stopped what he was doing and looked at Fukong: "You haven't told us yet." ”

"I'm sorry." Fukong wanted to speak again and again, and finally chose to apologize.

He knew that Wan Yi was most concerned about their different seeds, and Fukong and Wan Yi also cherished the bits and pieces in this theater, and severely criticized the Demon Lord and Red for their behavior of always thinking about their own burdens.

But when it really came to that embarrassing moment, he kind of understood some of the thoughts of the Demon Lord and Red.

However, he also reminded himself that being reckless is the most important thing, and those who practice martial arts should also have a clear self-awareness of themselves.

"But it's not too late to say now, I need to speak in time, and now I still have a little bit of resources." Wan Yi said.

Fu Kong bowed his head, and then continued: "Hit by unprovoked natural disasters, big countries are anxious about people's livelihood, and according to my concern, we are not the only ones who have suffered disasters. ”

Wan Yi quickly realized what was next.

"Some countries are already unable to hold back, and instead of arranging various policies to appease the people, it is better to directly start a war to divert contradictions." Fukong's tone was heavy and slow, and his face was gloomy.

"It's a very convenient way to do it."

"War doesn't matter, if there is a need, I will act for my country, and I can win the other side, but I have a hunch that something more terrible is awakening."

Wan also showed a surprised expression.

Fu Kong said: "There are also great secrets in my world, and the mountain spirits and monsters circulating on the rivers and lakes are only the tip of the iceberg, and the existence of strange arts is already warning of more profound anomalies. The reason why I am still obsessed with improving my strength is precisely because I expected this. ”

"Right now, your hunch is about to come true?"

Fukong nodded in affirmation: "I have been collecting various legends and descriptions, as well as flipping through them, and even going to the field, and I have found several powerful beings that once had a high probability of existence in my world. And the main thing is that they may not be dead. ”

"Buried anomalous past, huh?" At this time, the side door was pushed open again, and the person who came to the theater was the red-haired Red.

Fukong looked at him in surprise, and then said hello first.

After Reid responded, he sat down on the other side of Fukong: "It's good luck, I didn't expect to meet you." ”

Fukong said: "It's because you prefer a stress-free life now, and you don't want to come up." ”

Red laughed, "It's really my negligence, I'm sorry." ”

After Wan Yi also greeted Rhett, he asked, "Listening to the meaning of what Rhett just said, you seem to have a certain understanding of this situation. ”

"Yes, after all, I'm looking for traces of witchcraft in my other world."

"Huh? Aren't you taking your two cubs with you? ”

"Ahem." Red coughed, "It's not like they can't be done at the same time. ”

"Makes sense." Wan Yi nodded and agreed with this statement.

The corners of Fukong's mouth raised slightly, but he quickly returned to his usual cold appearance.

(End of chapter)