Not A God

Chapter 55

Zen took the threads off the wall and saw that the threads in the corner had also become taut, and it looked like the length of the threads was not too long, just that they were connected to nowhere.

"Zen, what's wrong?" After picking up the pen, Xin Yun saw his junior standing still and asked curiously.

Zen took the transparent silk thread and took a few steps forward, "Don't go forward yet, I don't know who pulled a thread in the corridor, it's too easy to trip ......"

Zen followed the direction of the transparent silk thread while talking, turned the corner and saw the other end of the silk thread hanging on the portrait frame not far from the corner, like someone's prank. After taking off the thread, Zen observed the material for a while, but couldn't tell what it was made of, so he put it aside next to a flower pot and waited for the cleaners to take it away, as he couldn't just leave it hanging here for people to trip over.

Once he was sure it was okay, Xin Yun led Zen on his way. At the same time, the transparent thread behind them decayed rapidly and disappeared into thin air. The same fate was shared by the countless threads hanging from the ceiling in the amphitheatre, as sticky and dense as a spider's web, turning to grey ash and fading away in the air.

Snapping, snapping, snapping...

Countless pale corpses bound in the air fall down.

Lifeless, they look like artificial puppets, delicate and lifeless.

Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da.

The empty theatre was soon filled with mannequins, made of plastic, with a plaster-like greyish-white body, all of them as animated and natural as human beings, except for the absence of their heads. As they entered the theatre, they saw the bodies strewn across the floor and carried them backstage one by one like hard-working cleaners, waiting for their make-up to be applied before the show. The less intelligent mannequins could not understand why the transparent threads had abandoned the corpses, but they had only been wandering the theatre to finish the show in order to find the actors and were therefore only concerned with the corpses and not with the whereabouts of another of their kind.

Soon all the corpses were removed, and the amphitheatre returned to its usual calm, awaiting the entry of the living to begin the official performance.

Xin Yun lifted the curtain of the theatre and entered, followed by Zen. Xin Yun had never been to the Mobile Theatre, an ancient cultural and artistic venue, and looked up with awe at the incredibly spacious theatre. The seats fan out from the stage to the end of the theatre, and the front stage is a huge classical-style stage with a red curtain that closes tightly to reveal the slightest glimmer of light from the stage. The soaring tip of the amphitheatre gives the place an unusually open appearance, with the ceiling several dozen metres above the ground and a mixture of wire and steel supporting the entire roof structure of the amphitheatre.

At first glance, the entire amphitheatre looks like an exaggerated circus tent from a cartoon, with a fairytale-like dreaminess.

"Let's go sit in front, the show seems to be starting soon, sit in front and wait for the theatre owner to see our faces after the show, or we can talk more ......"

After looking around, Xin Yun pointed to the first few rows of seats closest to the stage and said. After all, according to the owner, the theatre owner will be on stage at the first performance every day, so they can just act like they appreciate the owner's performance and gain goodwill so that they can make the owner feel better when talking about insurance. But the theatre was so big that they had to sit close together, otherwise, the owner wouldn't be able to see them at all.