The frozen ground with a thick layer of ice blown out was not easy to walk on. It took Zhang Jizu a long time to finally step into the theater and climb the long steps outside the theater.
When he arrived at the theater door, in front of him was a huge theater door that was two people tall. The strange warm light was leaking out from the gap in the middle of the door.
Of course, in addition to the two-person-high gate, there were two people standing in front of the gate.
Coincidentally, a fortune-weaver was rolling his eyes and complaining to a war supervisor. It was not until Zhang Jizu came close to them that the fortune-weaver turned around and said mockingly:
"Let me see who's here. Oh, it's Lao Zhang. Why, you call me Lao Zhang, but your arms and legs really look old, don't they? Why are you taking so long to come?"
Zhang Jizu narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze darting back and forth between the two people in front of him. After a while, he looked around, as if wondering where the others had gone. But after observing for a while and seeing no one in sight, he smiled and replied:
"I'm not slow, I just came at the right time."
Cheng Shi curled his lips and said unhappily, "You can't tell the difference between good and bad words, right? Cricket, you really think I'm praising you. Do you know how long we've been waiting for you? Time is precious, Lao Zhang."
"Oh? If time is really precious, you and the war supervisor would not be standing here.
Since you are waiting for me, it means that you were unable to open this door before I arrived.
So I said I came at the right time, tell me, what should I do? "
At this moment, Zhang Jizu's pragmatic style came into play again. Cheng Shi looked at him with a strange expression, but he didn't dwell on it. Instead, he pointed to the door on the right side of the gate and said:
"You push the right side, the supervisor pushes the left side, and I'll stand in the middle, so we can get in." Cheng Shi curled his lips and stood in his place. He opened his arms, raised his chest, and looked like a clown on stage, ready to greet the audience.
"?"
Seeing this, Zhang Jizu was stunned for a moment, frowned, pointed at Cheng Shi's feet, and asked, "If only two people are needed to push the door, what is the purpose of you standing here?"
“A sense of ritual.”
Cheng Shi smiled wickedly, but Zhang Jizu would not believe him. He knew that if it was really just a ritual, the two of them would not be here now. This only meant that the door had to be pushed open by three people.
So the other two also discovered this and were unwilling to cooperate with Cheng Shi and went to look for other ways?
Even so, with Cheng Shi's cleverness, how could he be blocked here by a door?
Didn't he have any clever ideas?
Or is there something weird inside this door?
Zhang Jizu took a look inside through the gap. He wanted to see what was behind the door, but the warm light seemed to be sourceless nothingness. He could only see the light but not anything specific.
So he had to give up, frowned, squeezed Cheng Shi aside, and stood in Cheng Shi's original position.
Now, Cheng Shi quit.
"?"
"Mi Lao Zhang, I find that your thoughts are very dangerous recently. Do you know what you are doing?"
"Yeah, I know. I'm enjoying the ritual."
"...Have you ever thought about where your sense of ritual comes from?" Cheng Shi laughed angrily.
“I stole it from you, so thanks, go push the door, don’t waste time.
Time is precious, and that’s what you said.”
"......" Cheng Shi was speechless. He squinted his eyes like Lao Zhang and looked at him for a long time before saying, "You have really changed."
But he didn't hesitate, but stood in front of the door helplessly, ready to push it open.
Ai Si was already prepared. Seeing that the two men finally calmed down, he rolled his eyes and said, "I'll count to 1, 2, 3, and we'll do it together..."
???
Mr. Cheng, I haven’t even started counting yet! "
"?" Cheng Shi suddenly exerted force, pushing the door open a crack, and then blinked innocently, "Didn't you finish counting?"
"you......"
"Stop talking nonsense. The door is open. Come on, let's see what secrets this theater hides."
As he spoke, Cheng Shi squeezed in through the slightly opened door, followed closely by Ai Si. Zhang Jizu frowned and looked at his feet. He felt that although the magic circle at the door was ancient, it... seemed to be newly arranged.
An illusion, or a confusion of time and space?
Also, the atmosphere here is so weird, who caused it?
He thought for a while, said nothing, silently memorized everything in his heart, and then followed the pace of the two people.
And the moment the three players stepped into the warm light...
“Buzz——”
Everyone's vision suddenly turned bright white, and then quickly recovered. However, before they could see the scene in front of them, countless noisy sounds had already filled their ears.
Carriages, pedestrians, ladies, gentlemen, conversations, quarrels... this chaotic sound rang out without warning in all directions, making everyone feel that they had come to a market instead of a theater.
Sure enough, when the three people's vision returned to normal, everything they saw confirmed this guess.
They did come to a market, an ice and snow market belonging to Sandless!
Not only that, the theater that they had just pushed open the door and walked into was now standing at the other end of the market, facing them from afar. It seemed as if the space was distorted and stretched, dragging the three of them back out of the theater.
"This is......!?"
Ai Si's eyes widened. She looked back in disbelief and found that the door that required three people to push open was right behind her. Then what was everything in front of her?
Second theater?
Another Sandress?
Her pupils shrank and she quietly clenched the heavy blade.
The other two were as shocked as she was, but after a little shock, Cheng Shi fixed his eyes, shook his head and snorted, saying:
“The Sandles of the past?
Haha, that’s quite interesting. Who would have thought that what is hidden in the theater is not a stage, but Sandres’ past?
But this can also be said to be a stage, but who is performing on this stage? Is it the variables living in Sandress, or the scholars of the Tower of Principle hidden underground, or some teammates who got there first...
That’s hard to say.”
After hearing this, Ai Si's eyes gradually darkened, but she was not always alert to the outside world. Instead, she quietly glanced at Zhang Jizu on the other side with her peripheral vision.
Zhang Jizu's eyes were almost narrowed because he saw much more than the other two.
He rubbed his hands in his sleeves for a moment, confirming that he smelled some divine power in this "grand performance".
And what a coincidence, these divine powers are precisely [memory].
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