My doppelganger drama

Wan Yi logged into the theater.

Huh? Why are there so many people today? He was a little surprised when he saw the people sitting in rows in the audience.

Demon Lord, Liang Rendao, Fu Kong, and Red are all here.

Everything that could normally come has really come.

Hello, troupe leader.

Then after they saw Wan Yi, although they were not neat at all, they still opened their mouths to say hello to Wan Yi one after another.

This scene is like primary school students seeing their teacher coming over and saying hello.

Wan Yi's expression didn't change now that he heard this title.

I have nothing to do, so I came here to take a look. I just happened to meet everyone, so I just sat down and chatted. Liangren said, drinking sake and shaking the cup in his hand.

The good man and the devil sit together, one in black and one in white.

Fu Kong and Red sat together. The two had a good relationship recently. They often heard each other mention each other, and there was an empty seat in the middle, as if it was specially reserved for Wan Yi.

Does the theater director come to watch another show today? Rhett asked.

Well, I just got an interesting material and I want to try it. Wan Yi said.

As he spoke, he pulled out another self.

What? Are you going to be executed in public today? the clone said as soon as he came up and saw everyone.

The Demon Lord and the Good Man raised their hands and waved gently to the clone.

The clone also responded.

How about I take action? Fukong suddenly said.

Behind the clone, Wan Yi, who had chosen the instruments of torture and built a monarch's happy guillotine today, was stunned when he heard the words: Okay, you can do it.

The guillotine disappeared, and Fu Kong stood up and came to the clone.

Little Fukong, the harder you strike, the better. The clone said to Fukong with a smile. It was obvious that he was stirring up trouble, even if there was a flood after his death.

Fu Kong said expressionlessly: It's all the same.

Do you have any last words? Wan Yi asked every clone who died in the theater.

let me see……

Bang!

Fu Kong punched the clone directly without any warning.

The head was like a colorful ball at a banquet, with splashes of blood and water, but it disappeared before it hit the ground.

Everyone looked calm, obviously they were used to this kind of scene.

Wan Yi shook his head, dying instantly without any pain at all.

What appeared where Wan Yi's clone disappeared was the body of a strange fish.

What is this? Fu Kong and Red looked at the corpse and frowned slightly, feeling uncomfortable.

It looks like a strange species. The Demon Lord said.

The accumulation of heterogeneous concepts, a deconstructed product of an unpopular culture. Liang Rendao's words sounded very professional. He's just a bit too professional to look like someone with a cultivating background.

What kind of normal script can be written using this? Fukong was very rude.

Xiao Fukong, you just wrote it on a roll of bandages, please don't forget it. Wan Yi responded mercilessly.

At least the bandage is still a normal thing. Fukong raised his head slightly, seeming quite proud.

Wan Yi said no more, picked up the body of the strange fish and threw it on the desk. The existence of this thing somewhat brought down the style of the theater, so Wan Yi quickly took a pen and enlightened it.

The corpse of the strange fish turned into a dark blue script, and Wan Yi spread it out on the table.

Then he returned to the audience and sat down, and then another clone walked onto the stage.

He was waving like a popular star walking on a red carpet.

Even though there were only five people in the audience, it was enough to stimulate his inexplicable desire for expression.

Five people is also the largest audience that can be squeezed out of the theater now. Although Wan Yi can ask the clones to watch together, it is just a fun. Anyway, if he sees it, it means that the clones have seen it. They should not cause trouble. It only adds to the noise.

The clone stood under the light, ready.

The stage changes and the play begins.

What appeared in front of him was darkness at first.

The picture didn't come yet, but the sound of the ocean tide appeared first.

Then, the melodious and penetrating sound came closer from far away, and then gradually faded away.

After this sound, the darkness in front of him gradually faded away.

Only then did everyone notice that this darkness seemed to be someone's first perspective.

As the eyes open, the narrow field of vision gradually becomes clearer.

…

His mouth was soaked with the saltiness of sea water, and his face was filled with a cold touch.

After being awakened by the voice in his ear, he slowly opened his eyes.

He was lying on the rocks, half face down in a shallow puddle.

After waking up, he immediately stood up with support on his body, then lowered his head and saw his appearance clearly through the reflection of the puddle below.

It was a thin face with pale skin and conspicuous white hair. The combination made it look white at first glance.

A pair of eyes of different colors, dark and blue, like two gems embedded in the eyes.

It seems that he is pretty good-looking.

He thought so.

Although he looks a little thin.

The clothes on his body are slightly torn, but the outline is still intact. They look like the clothes of a noble gentleman of a certain era, but they have also been somewhat soaked by the sea water.

who is he?

Where is he now?

What followed immediately was this question.

His head was blank, as white as his own hair, and he knew nothing about the current situation.

After that, he turned his head and looked at the source of the sound of the waves.

The sky was gloomy, covered with dark clouds, and the sea breeze blew across his face, as if a storm was about to come. Nothing could be heard except the sound of the ocean tide.

Under such a sky, a dark ocean with rough waves stands out.

Although he didn't know anything, he felt like retreating from the ocean for no reason.

So he turned and looked behind him.

Behind the reef is the beach, and deeper into it is a dark forest.

You should find a safe place. This body is in good condition for now, but there seems to be some kind of crisis lurking around it.

He thought to himself, and then walked barefoot among the rocks.

Obviously, it is still too difficult for an ordinary person to walk barefoot in such a place.

He accidentally stepped on a sharp stone, and a tiny cut was made on the sole of his foot, and blood flowed out and fell into the shallow water at his feet.

He groaned softly, sat on a large rock to rest for a while, and then used an awkward posture to try to avoid the salt water and stones from the wound.

It was a short journey, but it was so painful, but fortunately, he finally left the reef and came to the coast.

He came to the shore, took two steps, and suddenly realized that there seemed to be something hidden in the sand.

Huh? Net? he asked in a low and hoarse voice.

It does seem to be a man-made network, which means is there anyone nearby?

He relaxed a little inside.

Suddenly, he heard a strange noise behind him.

Drink... drink... A heavy breathing sound, not human, like some kind of beast.

He turned around and saw several twisted fish monsters crawling out of the sea. They were obviously fish, but they had limbs as strong as humans, with sharp claws and crystal blue eyes.

The way you look at your prey...

He ran away, and this action aroused the desire of these monsters to hunt. Their limbs exploded with powerful force, and they jumped up from the rocks to pounce.

People can always burst out with different strengths in times of crisis.

Of course, this person's power may be a bit exaggerated.

Even though his feet were injured, he showed several superb predictions and extremely dexterous movements during his escape. Although it looked like he was running awkwardly, those fish monsters actually actually ran away for a while. Can't catch up, can't catch it.

…

Interesting. Liang Rendao suddenly said with a smile on his face.

Indeed. The Demon Lord nodded in response.

Rhett was a little impressed, because the man in the play in front of him was already very powerful from the perspective of an untrained ordinary person. At least Rhett definitely couldn't do these operations in the first month when he first touched the sword.

However, he didn't understand why this level of interest would interest both Liang Rendao and the Demon Lord.

Fu Kong doesn't often watch dramas with Wan Yi, so he doesn't understand either.

And the arrogance in his heart also made him look down on the other party's embarrassing running. Of course, his consciousness was indeed very powerful.

His starting point is not zero. Wan Yi started to explain.

Red and Furong glanced at him.

So far, all the characters in the play, including Liang Rendao and the Demon Lord, from my perspective, starting from the beginning of the script, they all start from scratch. The position is either a helpless child, or a Just born, or just an ordinary person by definition.

Wan Yi's eyes swept across everyone present.

The story of the Demon Lord begins when he was born, while Red and Fukong began as children, and Liang Rendao was just a failed scholar at first.

They may be talented in certain areas, but they never show that they are unique until they truly embark on a special path.

But it is obvious that on the stage at this time, the person in the play is unprecedentedly powerful in terms of personal conditions at the beginning.

Even though they looked very embarrassed, Wan Yi was not unaware of the strength of these fish monsters.

Just five of them overwhelmed the three teams from the Urban Management Bureau and the Planning Department, and they had to suffer a certain amount of losses before they could win.

To be able to persist in front of such a monster for so long, this character in the play is very extraordinary!

I added an update today because I want everyone to see the new characters early ()

And the real world has been busy recently, so there may not be any updates in the next few days. Sorry, everyone, qwq