I'm not a drama god

The dim sunset shone through the hazy haze, casting a long shadow on Chen Ling in the church...

The slender shadow of the cross is like a rotating hour hand, and the bright red robe is like the end of the pointer, motionless for a long time, like a silent corpse.

A whole day had passed since Chen Ling was nailed to the cross. At this moment, Ying Fu's words were still echoing in Chen Ling's mind.

"Whirlpool..."

According to Chen Ling's understanding of Ying Fu, there was no need for him to lie to himself at this time, but Chen Ling still couldn't imagine how the vortex of the emperor's fate would kill the Silver King.

Can the illusory "fate" really kill people?

[Audience Expectation Value +5]

[Current expected value: 65%]

When the expectations of the two audiences floated in front of Chen Ling, he was slightly startled, with a somewhat surprised expression...

He was clearly just pinned here and did nothing. It would have been good if the expectations had not lowered, but now they have risen by 5% in one breath?

Chen Ling had a premonition that something must have happened somewhere she couldn't see.

creak-

While Chen Ling was lost in thought, the door of the confessional slowly opened.

He raised his head slightly and saw a maid coming over with a tray. He immediately lost interest and lowered his head, ignoring the other person's intentions.

It seemed that the maid came to bring food to Chen Ling for the first time. As soon as she walked into the confessional and saw the figure nailed to the cross, she was slightly stunned.

She pursed her lips slightly, hesitated for a long time, and then spoke softly:

"It's time to eat."

"Not hungry."

Chen Ling replied calmly.

"That person has told you to eat on time."

"In his eyes, I'm already a dying person... and I'm still eating?" Chen Ling sneered, "Look at me now, how can I eat?"

Chen Ling's limbs were controlled and nailed to the cross. Except for his head which could move freely, all other parts were out of his control. Even if food was placed in front of him, he could not eat it.

Chen Ling's sharp voice echoed in the confessional. The maid stood under the cross for a long time, then brought out a ladder from the side and placed it directly next to Chen Ling.

Then, she carried the plate and climbed step by step to the top of the huge cross...

She scooped a big mouthful of vegetables and meat with a spoon and handed it to Chen Ling's mouth.

"Is this okay?"

The maid looked into Chen Ling's eyes and spoke seriously.

Chen Ling had never thought that the other party would make him eat in this way, and he was unable to come back to his senses for a moment... He looked at the spoonful of vegetables and meat, and a long-lost feeling of hunger surged in his heart!

Chen Ling didn't have time to think too much. The Silver King wanted him to die, but not now, so there would be no poison in the food.

He subconsciously swallowed the spoonful of meat in one gulp, his eyes glowing green, like a starving ghost who hadn't eaten for several days.

The maid handed spoonful of food to Chen Ling's mouth one by one. As soon as she handed it out, the spoon would be eaten clean the next moment... She was very patient and wrapped every vegetable on the plate with the rice. After a while, the whole plate was eaten clean.

The food smelled delicious. Chen Ling hadn't eaten such delicious food for a long time. He felt the fullness coming from his body, and his tense spirit finally relaxed a little...

"...Thank you." Chen Ling said softly.

The maid smiled slightly, carried the empty plate, walked down the ladder step by step, and then put it back in its place.

After taking one last look at Chen Ling, she walked out of the confessional and closed the door gently.

Darkness once again enveloped the cross,

Chen Ling looked at the direction she left and slowly closed her eyes...

……

In the dim corner of the warehouse, Fang Liangye's eyes slowly opened.

"Are you awake?" Wu Duo's voice came from the side, with a hint of worry in her tone, "How do you feel?"

"…I'm fine, just a little tired."

Fang Liangye dragged his tired body, sat up from the corner and looked around.

After parting with Chen Ling, Fang Liangye rushed madly through the underground sewers. After he had passed through most of the underground of the Wuji Realm and confirmed that the Silver King was not chasing him, he relaxed and approached the warehouse.

"Where are those people from the Twilight Society?"

"You mean Jian Wubing and the other three?" Wu Duo shook her head. "When they heard that Chen Ling was in danger, they were extremely anxious. They spent the whole afternoon thinking about it and left the Wuji Realm together... They said they were going to ask for external help?"

When Fang Liangye heard that Chen Ling was in danger, his heart moved slightly, but soon, he sighed and leaned against the wall weakly...

"Don't try to show off, okay?" Wu Duo saw what he was thinking.

"Your memory has been restored. Now, you are Fang Liangye, an ordinary person... All you have to do is protect yourself."

"……Um."

Fang Liangye nodded slightly.

Wu Duo looked at Fang Liangye's eyes that revealed helplessness and loss in the dim light, and pursed her lips slightly... She sat beside Fang Liangye, gently turned sideways, and leaned her head in Fang Liangye's arms.

"Liang Ye, you know... I was really worried when you had the memory of the Six of Hearts." Wu Duo's eyes were like black glass in the dim light, and she looked deeply at Fang Liang Ye. "At that time, you exuded indifference and depth in your bones. I didn't dare to get close to you, worried that you would become an emotionless executioner forever..."

Fang Liangye smiled bitterly, "That's better than being a coward."

Wu Duo frowned and said seriously, "Liang Ye, gentleness and cowardice are different... You are just too gentle, but you never lack courage. Otherwise, you would not have become a member of the Human Rights Union... right?"

"……maybe."

Fang Liangye’s mind flashed through the rainy night with thunder and lightning, as well as the body of the young man covered in scars. A hint of self-blame and sadness flashed in his eyes.

He knew very well in his heart that he had never been a brave man... otherwise, Xiaoyu might not have died.

Wu Duo pursed her lips when she saw this scene. She lay in Fang Liangye's arms, and gently wrapped her arms around his neck... She leaned close to Fang Liangye's ear and spoke softly:

"You can't be stuck in the past forever. It's not your fault... I like the gentle Fang Liangye, now and in the future."

Fang Liangye's body shook slightly.

He felt strands of hair sliding across his cheeks and was at a loss for a moment.

"Hold me tight." Wu Duo said.

Fang Liangye raised his hands hesitantly and gently hugged Wu Duo's body. The real touch and warmth from his fingertips were transmitted to his heart, making his painful and tired heart calm down little by little.

In the dim corner of the warehouse, two figures hugged each other and fell asleep quietly.

……

Until a commotion was heard outside the warehouse.

“Someone come…someone come!! Old Li is almost dying!!”

Fang Liangye and Wu Duo woke up at the same time. It was still dark in the sky and there was no light in the haze... They looked at each other and immediately got up and ran to the warehouse window.