I'm not a drama god

"That is……"

Zhao Yi saw Chen Ling gently spinning the paper umbrella, and blurry white lights flew out from it, landing on the corpses in the distance... confusion appeared in his eyes.

"They are the souls that were taken away by the ridicule disaster." Han Meng stared at the staggering Chen Ling, "He saved everyone's soul."

"He actually did it? He took everything back from the hands of the Mockery?"

Zhao Yi's face was full of surprise.

Han Meng was silent for a moment, his tone was a little bitter, "But even if he gets his soul back, it won't change anything... The dead can't be resurrected, even if the soul is taken back, the dead are gone..."

Zhao Yi was stunned. He looked at the bodies of the deputies and members of the Dusk Society scattered all over the ground. He opened his mouth but finally fell silent.

"Do not."

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the misty wind.

Everyone was slightly stunned and looked forward at the same time, only to see a gorgeous and complicated Nuo opera robe silently fluttering among the ruins of the realm... No one could see Chen Ling's expression under the Nuo mask, nor could they see a mysterious curse pattern slowly emerging under the robe.

[I will always be imprisoned in myself, I will always be accompanied by despair, I will always remember loneliness]

Chen Ling looked down at the curse, her eyes full of complexity...

This is the "price" he paid.

Although Chen Ling has established a connection with the place of sacrifice, he was unable to exert his power on the stage before. Now that he has returned to the real world, he can clearly feel that the power of [Nuo] is passing through the place of sacrifice and blending with him.

"Today, no one will die..."

Chen Ling's voice echoed in the sobbing wind, calm, yet resolute.

Dongdong-dong-dong-dong...

Zhao Yi was stunned, and suddenly turned back to look at everyone: "Did you hear it?"

"what?"

"The sound of drums..." Zhao Yi looked around, "I don't know where the sound of drums came from... dull, but... there is an indescribable sense of power."

"drum?"

Han Meng frowned slightly and listened carefully. He could indeed faintly hear the sound of drums coming from the distant and unreachable nothingness.

Sun Bumian looked at Chen Ling, who was wearing a costume and a Nuo mask not far away. He seemed to realize something, and a glimmer flashed in his eyes. "It turned out to be [Nuo]... I didn't expect that Hong Xin actually mastered the power of [Nuo]?"

"What is Nuo?"

"When people are in trouble, they perform Nuo dances. When Nuo dances start, all disasters are eliminated..." Sun Bumian pointed at Chen Ling in the distance, "When he takes off the Nuo mask, he becomes a human. When he puts on the mask, he becomes a 'god'... He is no longer a human now, but a 'god' who eliminates disasters for the world."

Everyone seemed not to understand what Sun Bumian meant, and looked at Chen Ling at the same time. The latter gently shook his left hand, and a bell appeared out of thin air in his palm.

The sleeves of the red and black robes swayed in the wind. The next moment, a crisp bell sound accompanied by thunder flashed across the sky, echoing over the ruined Wuji Realm!

jingle——

Chen Ling moved.

The moment the pale lightning flashed across the sky, Chen Ling's robe seemed to turn into a black butterfly, dancing in the ruins. Even Han Meng, who was at the seventh level, could not see his movements for a moment... At the same time, an indescribable aura began to spread between heaven and earth.

Crisp golden bells, dull and heavy drums.

Accompanied by the rhythm and melody of the two, Chen Ling seemed to be detached from the world. Her red and black robe rose and fell, her steps flowed, and her sleeves fluttered. She was like an ancient sacrificial god descending into the world. With every step she took, life was reborn in the silence.

【Dance to worship gods】

Chen Ling held a bell in her left hand and an umbrella in her right hand, and glided lightly to the ground full of corpses.

The hideous Nuo mask exuded a chilling and sharp aura in the howling wind. The eyes behind the mask swept across the corpses on the ground and rang the bell gently. The flying souls fell back into their bodies. In the broken bodies, a vitality sprouted again...

Ning Ruyu, Butcher, Tian Huai, Farmer, Scholar, Jin Fugui, Chu Muyun, Plum Blossom 8, Heart 9...

The heart of the mutilated body began to beat, and the dormant blood vessels regained vitality. As the red and black robes rose and fell, the power called "miracle" was spreading.

When Shen Nan first awakened the power of Nuo during an earthquake, he snatched dozens of lives from the hands of the god of death. Chen Ling's drama and witchcraft are far beyond ordinary people, and the intertwined power of Nuo is unprecedented, which can achieve true miracles.

Chen Ling has already paid the price, in exchange...

As he said,

Today, no one will die.

Suddenly, Chen Ling seemed to have noticed something, and looked in a certain direction with a ferocious Nuo mask...

There, the screams and shouts of tens of thousands of people echoed in another space. As the bridge collapsed, fear and despair spread wildly.

The sobbing wind blew across the hem of his robe. After a brief silence, he waved his hand to disperse the large red paper umbrella in his palm, and gently lifted his right hand towards that direction...

……

Boom——

With a muffled sound, the bridge that had been collapsing and falling suddenly hovered steadily in the void.

The people who were originally in a state of weightlessness staggered and fell directly to the ground, then looked around in confusion... They didn't know what happened, but the collapse of the bridge seemed to have stopped suddenly.

"Run!"

When the people in Tongtianxingwei saw this, they shouted immediately.

The people finally came to their senses, quickly climbed up from the tilted bridge, and ran to the other side with all their might, with the joy of surviving the disaster still lingering on their faces!

"The bridge is actually fixed?!"

"Who repaired the bridge? Was it Babel who did it, or was it those young men?"

"Who cares! The most important thing is to take this opportunity to escape!"

"Damn the disaster, it almost killed us all here... All the disasters in the world really deserve to be damned!!"

"That Six of Hearts Chen Ling, isn't he the mocking disaster?"

"They all deserve to die!! They are all enemies of humanity!!"

"..."

The noisy sound penetrated the void and fell into the ears of the hideous Nuo mask.

Chen Ling, wearing the Nuo mask, had no expression on his face. He just calmly and lonely danced in the ruins, holding up the lives of hundreds of thousands of people in one hand and igniting the life of the person he cherished most with the other...

Mochao destroyed the world, Chen Ling saved it;

At this moment, he was like a real "God".

jingle——

As the last person passed the "bridge", Chen Ling released the hand that was holding up the air. His figure spun lightly in the ruins, and the bell slowly dissipated into nothingness... At the same time, the ritual robe that was dyed red and black was also replaced with its original bright red.

Chen Ling clasped the Nuo mask with her slender five fingers and applied slight force. The mask then dissipated in the red and black fire, leaving only a few ornaments.

The red earrings sway in the wind.

A pale and calm face was exposed to the air again.

Chen Ling's tired eyes swept over the many bodies in front of him that had regained a trace of life. He staggered and almost fell to the ground on the spot... His efforts and dedication had only two or three viewers. As the miracle disappeared from his body, the death and pain returned like a tide, completely drowning him.