Scraping the Face
A few minutes later, three hot dishes were placed on the dining table.
These three dishes basically were all vegetarian dishes. One plain oil green vegetables, one water chestnut. Only in a minced meat eggplant could somewhat meat color be seen... however even if they added up, roughly also didn't have the size of a fingernail cover.
"Brother Lin... our family's hands are tight, cannot afford to eat any big meat, can only first wrong you a bit." Li Qingshan sat at the table surface, somewhat apologetically opening his mouth.
Chen Ling shook his head, "Having something to eat is already very not bad, many thanks Brother Li."
"Don't be polite. Others dare not say, rice still guarantees fullness."
Li Qingshan slightly smiled, then lifting chopsticks ate up.
Chen Ling at this moment already stomach rumbling with hunger. Just wanting to move chopsticks, like thinking of something, suddenly seriously turned his head:
"Brother Li, I want to ask a question."
"Recently on this town, has a theatrical troupe come before? Altogether roughly four people."
Chen Ling's most pressing matter of the moment, was to find the whereabouts of the mysterious Master's group. But relying on himself wanting to walk all over the entire Red Dust Domain definitely is impossible. However since it is a theatrical troupe, there always will be people who have seen them. Maybe can inquire some news.
"A theatrical troupe of four people... then that should be a very small scale." Li Qingshan's eyebrows slightly frowned, like recalling something, then with certainty saying,
"No. If truly there was a theatrical troupe coming, I definitely would go watch. Recently haven't heard there's news."
In Chen Ling's heart long sighed a breath.
"So you got separated from your own theatrical troupe?"
Li Qingshan was thoughtful. Seemingly understanding why Chen Ling would wear a Theatrical Robe wearing makeup, lonely fainting in the back mountain woods.
"Not wrong." Chen Ling taking advantage of the situation complied down.
"Easy to handle. Since you want to find the theatrical troupe, why not go to the theatrical company to ask?" Li Qingshan once again opened his mouth, "This kind of small-scale theatrical troupe, the theatrical company over there should all have registration. Where to go perform, where to build the stage, all need to apply in advance..."
"Oh?"
Chen Ling's eyes lit up. This news to him undoubtedly was of vital importance, "Since it is so, how to contact the theatrical company?"
"At this point in time, the theatrical company's hall entrance over there should all have no people... Tomorrow morning wait for them to go to work, you follow me to go together." In Li Qingshan's eyes flashed past a smear of expectation, "Tomorrow exactly is the day of this year's theatrical company selecting people preliminary test. In past years all failed to be chosen. This year I no matter what must pass!"
Still need to delay one night...
Chen Ling for the time being also had no other methods, could only agree.
Under the most optimistic situation, perhaps that mysterious Master can sense the mark on his body, finding here taking him away... But Chen Ling all along wasn't a person who pinned hopes on other people. Relying on anyone isn't as good as relying on himself. Let alone, he fundamentally didn't know what kind of person that Master was.
Under Li Qingshan's shocked gaze, Chen Ling in one breath continuously ate five big bowls of rice. Only then relieving somewhat hunger. The collapsed state recovering a lot.
He just wanting to get up to take the bowls away, his face suddenly changed!
"Yi haha..."
Chen Ling abruptly again a mouthful of rice blocked his mouth.
Li Qingshan on the side blanked, doubtfully looking at Chen Ling, "Brother Lin, what's wrong with you?"
Chen Ling's face was somewhat ugly looking. He took a deep breath, trying his best to press down that intense impulse to laugh loudly, shaking his head walking outside the house.
Waiting until walking to the narrow Kitchen, putting down the bowls. Chen Ling only then reluctantly swallowed down the rice in his mouth, then suppressing his voice sneering up;
Clown's White Ash, exactly like a time bomb. Although currently still not fatal, but even this kind of occasional loud laughing, also will make people feel he has a mental illness...
Must quickly think of a method to resolve this thing.
That night, Chen Ling temporarily lodged at Li Qingshan's house. Fortunately the Red Dust Domain wasn't cold. Just like this spreading a mattress sleeping on the ground also wouldn't be chilly. During this period Li Qingshan also proposed himself sleeping on the ground, however was rejected by Chen Ling.
He and Li Qingshan, after all was the first time meeting. Chen Ling from beginning to end all didn't unload precautions towards him. Even eating meals all was deliberately stopping to ask questions. Waiting for Li Qingshan and the Elderly Woman to first eat a few mouthfuls, confirming there were no problems only then moving chopsticks.
The more unfamiliar the place, the more cannot relax vigilance. Chen Ling didn't believe this Realm was only this simple as it looked on the surface.
The color of the night gradually thickened,
Waiting until Li Qingshan and the others fell into deep sleep, in the darkness, Chen Ling slowly opened his eyes.
He quietly and soundlessly walked out of the house. The black dog in the corner of the wall just wanting to crazily bark towards that black shadow, yet was glared back by a look... Chen Ling pushed the door walking out of the courtyard. Coming alone to beside the unpeopled small bridge and river, relying on the bright moonlight frowning looking at himself in the water surface.
His both eyes slightly narrowed, slowly taking out a Short Blade from his sleeve, aiming at his own face...
The next moment, the blade edge without the slightest hesitation pierced into it.
Scarlet red fresh blood waded past his cheeks, dripping on the bluestone slab road. The muscles on Chen Ling's face slightly trembled, yet didn't utter a sound. Instead lonely and silently carving down one cut after another cut, until all the facial skin stained with White Ash was torn open and flesh gaping.
Chen Ling's original appearance still could be considered handsome and bright. Especially after stepping onto the Path of the Actor, the details of the facial part all along with it slightly changed, appearance increasingly outstanding. But he towards this didn't care. After all he had seen the Aurora Domain's demise, long already saw through the Red Dust appearance,
He knew in this era, a good-looking face doesn't have any use. At necessary times completely can be discarded.
But the pity is... even if he had already carved off that patch of facial skin, the naked eye couldn't see the existence of White Ash. But the seal inside his body still hadn't loosened.
The bright moonlight hung in the small town sky. Chen Ling silently looked at the blood flow being diluted by the river water. Ultimately on the bright and dazzling water surface, only left a reflection of a face mutilated with blood and flesh... He long sighed a breath.
"Scraping away the surface appearance still is useless. Can only think of a method to thoroughly drive it out... It seems, can only use that method."
Chen Ling still had left the last move. A move only he could use...
Resurrection.
Since this mark was carved so deeply, then he can only first die once. In the process of his Resurrection, all injuries and hidden illnesses will all be cleared empty. Even if Clown's methods are again strong, also absolutely cannot be stronger than The Theater itself. This method has a ninety-nine percent probability able to let him shake off this smear of White Ash.
But the current problem is, nowadays Audience Expectation Value only has 49%. At least must have 70% expectation value, only then can Resurrect without side effects.
"Again have to stir up matters..."
Chen Ling pondered for a moment, turning around once again walking towards Li Qingshan's house.
...
Early morning's first sound of rooster crowing sounded, Li Qingshan then hurriedly started washing and rinsing.
He first changed into a suit of clean blue long gown, then coiled up his hair. Solemnly opening the black bag on the table, taking out a Paintbrush from within smearing up on his face. Expression solemn and serious.
This process fully lasted for an hour. Waiting until he facing the mirror carefully examined the makeup well, confirming there were no flaws, only then hurriedly pushing the door walking towards the outside.
"Grandmother! I'll leave first! Noon again come back to cook for you!"
He said a sound towards the inside of the house. Just walking to the doorway, then blanked on the spot.
The morning wind mixed with the clear fragrance of dirt, brushed past the dawn's bluestone small path. A figure draped in the Great Crimson Theatrical Robe had already stood under the willow tree. Above his cheeks, a black veil lightly swayed with the wind...