Chen Ling's Specificity Path
"Old Xiao, check out!"
Just as Chen Ling was secretly observing the ant distribution, a few figures came down from the stairs.
Hearing these words, Chen Ling's eyes slightly contracted. Raising head to confirm the few people's gazes were falling on his own body, on the face surfaced a smear of smile,
"So early checking out already?"
"Sigh... not I say ah Old Xiao, right now this Inn of yours, truly has not a few people daring to stay." The leading man helplessly opened his mouth, "Right now above all are discussing, whether inside here lives some homicidal maniac, spreading very bizarrely... You also know, we all are running business outside, everything takes safety as primary, still change an Inn to stay first right."
Behind him, still had a few people also carrying large and small luggages on their backs. Seemingly all were scared not lightly by the explosion just now. Nodding approvingly towards the man's words.
"This..."
In Chen Ling's eyes surfaced a smear of bitterness. Still nodded, "Okay right."
"What's wrong?" In Chen Ling's heart suddenly had a kind of bad premonition.
"Old Xiao ah, the room fee for our next few days, you always have to refund to us right?"
"Yes ah, when coming we but in one breath paid quite a few days of deposit. You check check still left how many days, haven't checked in's refund a price difference."
"We are all old friends of so many years, this money you always can't pocket right?"
"..."
Along with the crowd you one word I one word complaining. Chen Ling's heart instantly sank to the bottom of the valley.
Damn it... his most worried situation still appeared.
Although he replaced the boss's identity, but these people in front of his eyes, he not one recognized. If didn't refund money to them, the matter inevitably would be caused big, arousing the ant master's suspicion; but if giving refund, he even these people's faces and names all couldn't match up, how to calculate room fee for them? This opening mouth to ask one time wouldn't it equal to self-exploding identity?
Chen Ling's brain rapidly operated. He looked at the crowd in front of his eyes, face iron-green, fiercely slapping the table!
Peng——!
"Good! Good good good..."
"Refund money right? Okay, all refund to you!"
Chen Ling fiercely pulled open the drawer. Taking out all the coins inside completely, forcefully slapping on the table surface. The green veins on the neck one by one bulging up!
"Take ah! Want to refund how much you yourselves take!! Motherfucker, perfectly fine doing a business, house all got blasted! Right now one by one again come Burn One's Bridges... you want to refund how much yourselves take! Have ability take my shop away forget it!! Fuck!"
Chen Ling turned head walking into the rest room. With a bang sound closing the room door. Air instantly falling into deathly stillness.
"This..."
The crowd all were deterred by Chen Ling's sudden anger. They looked at the full pile of coins on the counter. For a time somewhat at a loss what to do.
Don't know passed how long, someone sighed a breath:
"Indeed, Old Xiao is already very difficult..."
"After all is his own Inn was blasted. I took a look, that floor was destroyed too severely, the repair fee is but not cheap."
"Speaking to the end, completely is an unexpected disaster. Changed to whoever also couldn't bear it. Old Xiao's temper is already very good..."
"It's we who are excessive... The remaining two days' room fee then forget it right. Anyway also not much money. Count as our apology to Old Xiao."
"Concerns our what matter? Also wasn't we who blasted the house. Should refund's one cent cannot be less... Yield a bit, I want to take money."
"..."
The crowd some people had good relationship with the boss, ultimately still didn't go refund that money. Some people directly walked to the front of the counter, counting out the refund originally should give themselves, then walking towards the outside. But among these people, yet didn't have one detect the boss's abnormality.
Not a while's time, the Inn then emptied a large half.
Chen Ling leaned in the rest room. Hearing the movement outside, eyes slightly narrowed.
This time's difficulty, could be considered being muddled past by him. However under the ants' monitoring, no way to guarantee every time all could be smooth. He to the end was just a disguiser. In case appeared again a character with close relation with the boss, the possibility of exposing was very big.
Just when Chen Ling was pondering how to quietly and silently leave. A burst of commotion sound transmitted from outside. Chen Ling looked out from the window edge. Only seeing those few guests who just walked out, already were stopped down by a group of Police Officers, like carefully interrogating something.
"Still have backup?" Chen Ling knew, those Police Officers most likely all came to screen him.
Right now the Inn everywhere were ants monitoring. He even had no way to change face mixing into the crowd. The situation seemingly already thoroughly deadlocked... Right now Chen Ling's only choice, was continuing to play The Role of the boss well, until 【Floating Life Painting】's three people lost patience, giving up monitoring this Inn.
But doing this, he himself also had not small exposure risk. He also couldn't possibly all along hide in the rest room not seeing people.
"Could it be right now then want to go out and clash head-on with them?"
Chen Ling paced back and forth in the room. In his heart enumerating the matching combination of skills. Seeing whether could find a strategy for Breaking the Deadlock.
Right at this time, he like thinking of something. In his eyes flashed past a smear of bizarre radiance:
"Speaking of which... this skill, exactly is what matter?"
Since Chen Ling stepped on Third Tier. The skill brought by his own twisted Path of the Actor, he had never used before. Moreover compared with the previous 【Formless】 and 【Scarlet Trick】, the feeling this skill gave him was very empty, so much that he up till now all didn't understand what it meant.
"Designate one role, taking the sense of belief when playing, to a certain degree affecting reality..." Chen Ling muttered to himself.
Compared with the specializing in disguise 【Formless】, and deceiving vision's 【Scarlet Trick】. This skill seemingly had more selectivity. But Chen Ling didn't understand, the so-called "sense of belief" exactly was what meaning? How could it affect reality?
Chen Ling previously heard Han Meng mention before. Under the same Divine Path's multiple Paths, the first three tiers might have a portion of skills being the same. For example the absolute majority of 【Way of the Soldier God】's First-Tier all are 【Iron Raiment】. But after advancing to Fourth Order, the Domain characteristics then are determined by different Paths...
Changing words to say, along with the raising of Rank, the skill differences of different Paths will be bigger and bigger. Arriving at the later stages even the same Path, different possessors' skills all will appear differences, this is determined by individual's characteristics.
Is there a possibility, this Third Tier skill of his own, exactly is the manifestation of his Chen Ling's "specificity"? Will determine the direction of all Domains and skills behind?
This moment, in Chen Ling's mind, naturally surfaced the figures of Secondary Male Role and King of Clubs.
The Path of the Actor he had come into contact with up till now, only had these two people. But similarly being Path of the Actor, the two's abilities were completely different. "Male Lead", "Female Lead", "Painted Face Role", "Secondary Male Role", "Clown", between every profession all were a world of difference... But he himself had never come into contact with Peking Opera performance. Towards them also didn't have any understanding.
The "specificity" path belonging to his Chen Ling... again would be what?
Chen Ling's eyebrows wrinkled tighter and tighter. He felt in front of his own eyes as if full of dense fog. Amidst the haziness, as if coming to an extremely important crossroad.
Right at the time he was thinking hard and bitterly. A Beautiful Youth walked in front of the counter outside the door. Doubtfully and naively asking:
"Yi? Where's the Boss??"