I'm not a drama god

"Don't panic... We will definitely keep everyone safe."

In the crowd, the young sect leader Huai Mang, wearing a black robe, was trying hard to calm the nervous people nearby.

However, he was just a teenager after all. No matter how much he explained, those frightened old people didn't seem to trust him much. They still chattered to each other, and the entire abandoned factory was extremely noisy.

Seeing this, Huai Mang's face was full of helplessness... Fortunately, Pu Xiachan quickly rushed over, protected Huai Mang behind him, put his hands on his hips, and shouted in a piercing voice:

"Stop making noise! ​​When we evacuate later, those who make noise will be placed at the back!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's voices suddenly became weaker.

"Thank you, Sister Xia Chan." Huai Mang said sincerely.

"No need to thank me. You are not suitable for comforting others. Let me do this kind of thing in the future." Pu Xiachan patted his chest. "Why don't you go and rest for a while?"

"I……"

Huai Mang was about to say something when his mind suddenly moved and he turned his head to look in a certain direction.

"This aura...is terrible."

Without waiting for Pu Xiachan to wonder, Huai Mang gritted his teeth and pushed through the crowd to rush out. He was so fast that he disappeared from everyone's sight in a flash...

Plop—Plop—

The rapid heartbeat echoed in Huaimang's chest. He would never mistake the owner of that breath.

After arriving at the Wuji Realm, Huai Mang has been restraining himself from doing anything irrational or detrimental to the group. Even though he can always feel that familiar breath lingering in the air, he is still conscientiously doing his job of comforting the people.

But now, the owner of that aura is actively approaching the crowd...

Huai Mang didn't know what the other party wanted to do, nor did he dare to think about it. Just as the Lord of Tongtian Tower said, perhaps the other party was no longer the relative he was familiar with, but if the other party came to kill these hundreds of thousands of people, he must stop him no matter what.

It is to protect these people, and more importantly, to protect the person closest to him...Don't become a sinner who can never turn back.

Huai Mang was running as fast as he could. Several slender vines with green eyes were entwined in front of the road. When they noticed Huai Mang approaching, they immediately changed direction and extended towards him at the same time!

"roll!!!"

Huai Mang roared, and several invisible personalities swept across the land like a strong wind, directly tearing apart all the vines blocking the way...

The silver clouds on Huai Mang's cuffs danced wildly in the wind. He rushed into the deserted neighborhood, which was full of hideous and strange green-eyed vines. There was a faint mist in the air, and he didn't know if it was some kind of poison.

In the eerie silence, Huai Mang slowly stopped.

Dilapidated streets, dancing vines, prying green eyes... In this suffocating environment, countless silk threads gathered in the air, and two embarrassed figures of Dusk Club members, like prey wrapped in spider silk, hung on both sides of the street.

"Ahem... Damn it, I'm the first one to be caught." The Seven of Clubs was covered in blood and cursed in a low voice, "But you, how come you were caught too?"

The Spade 8 who was "acting separately" on the opposite side was silent for a moment.

"The sewers were full of tentacles of those vine creatures, and I ran into a gun."

"..."

Huai Mang didn't recognize these two people, but he guessed that they were probably members of the Twilight Society. His gaze only stayed on them for a moment before he looked deeper into the mist...

A figure also covered in a silver cloud and black robe slowly rose in the dead silence.

The oppressive feeling of the eighth level was like a mountain, smashing heavily on Huaimang's shoulders. His face turned pale and his body swayed as he stood still.

Two pairs of eyes pierced through the mist and looked at each other.

Huai Mang looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face. After an unknown amount of time, he finally uttered two words hoarsely:

"……elder brother."

……

Click, click, click, click—

Four brass bullets were pressed into the revolver by Chen Ling.

He flipped his wrist, and the turntable spun with a "slipping" sound, then returned to its original position in an instant...

"...Let's go." Chen Ling held the boning knife in one hand and the revolver in the other, and looked calmly at the mist not far away.

"Is it done already?" Jian Changsheng asked uncertainly, "So fast?"

Jian Changsheng witnessed the whole process of Chen Ling launching [Yesterday's Revolver]. He saw Chen Ling directly put his hand between the eyebrows of the four people, fumbled for a while, then took out a bullet from each of them and put it into the revolver.

The whole process takes less than three minutes.

"It's not fast anymore." Chen Ling shook her head. "If it were any slower, the other members would probably have been caught..."

"But Commander Han Meng hasn't come back yet. Should we wait for him?" Sun Bumian glanced into the distance.

"……Need not."

Chen Ling glanced at the three of them. "Time waits for no one. We can't always live under the protection of the strong... Isn't there a lone Judgment Agent next to us? Let's experiment on him first."

Everyone turned their heads to look at the distance. In the hazy mist, a figure in a black robe was slowly descending...

"That is……"

……

"elder brother?"

Tian Huai frowned. He looked at Huai Mang's face carefully. His eyes were blank for a moment, and then a hint of murderous intent began to spread. "I've heard that members of the Huang Hun Club like to play with people's hearts... Now it seems that it is true."

Huai Mang stood there in a daze.

He looked at Tian Huai's cold eyes. Even though he had been prepared, his heart still ached...

Before he could say anything else, Tian Huai waved his hand, countless silk threads gathered in the void, and a violent roar sounded from under Huai Mang's feet!

The next moment, the streets on both sides seemed to come alive, transforming into a giant stone puppet hand, grabbing Huai Mang's body directly into the palm of its hand, as if to crush him to pieces...

But Huai Mang reacted immediately. He took a deep breath to calm himself down, and as if he had foreseen the future, he jumped on the spot in advance, just avoiding all the fingers of the giant hand and accurately drilled out from the gap.

He is Tian Huai's younger brother. He has been trained under his brother since he was a child... He knows Tian Huai's methods quite well.

Tian Huai narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw this. He patted the cloth bag on his waist, and visible "boxes" were outlined in the nothingness behind him... The appearance of those boxes was exquisite and simple, like folk crafts. At this moment, they were suspended upright in the air, like a neat display wall.

With a casual pointing of Tian Huai, the lid of one of the boxes was opened.

An ancient and mysterious wooden idol was pulled up by a string, and it swelled up in the wind, turning into a giant object seven or eight stories high, and crashed down in front of Huai Mang!

"Earthly Evil transformed into a puppet... [carrying a mountain]."