I'm not a drama god

The sacrificial dance is over.

The omnipotence of "God" was like a bubble-like dream. After being punctured, the cold reality and pain once again enveloped Chen Ling... The good news is that he did not leave with nothing.

He saved the life of someone he held dear.

The bodies were lying in all directions on the desolate ruins. Their breathing had gradually stabilized, but they did not wake up immediately and were still in a coma...

Ning Ruyu, Luan Mei, Wen Renyou, Mo Jiao...all the senior brothers and sisters from Xidao Gu Zang are still doing well, and that is enough for Chen Ling.

Unprecedented fatigue surged into Chen Ling's mind. He staggered and turned around, about to leave...

A dreamy voice sounded from behind:

"Kill it quickly... Kill the Scoundrel... It's too scary, it killed too many people..."

"Kill it now while it's still weak... or there will be no chance..."

"As long as the scourge does not die...humanity will perish sooner or later..."

Chen Ling's steps paused slightly.

He looked back and saw the unconscious scholar with a pale face, mumbling to himself as if he was having a nightmare.

The sobbing cold wind blew across the ruins of the realm, blowing the robes into the air. The bright red stood alone on the ground, and the apricot red eyes watched everything in silence. It was hard to tell whether it was a broken or sad emotion, which spread with the fluttering of the earrings...

There is no audience for Chen Ling's efforts. People only know the horror when the disaster destroys the world, but who will remember Chen Ling, the actor who saved everything?

"Junior brother...it's time to eat..."

Ning Ruyu's murmurs were vaguely heard in the wind, "Why did you only take a basin? If Lao Wu saw this, he would laugh at you again..."

Chen Ling was stunned.

The breeze blew through Chen Ling's hair, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth... He shook his head in self-mockery, and the whole person seemed to be a lot more relaxed. He turned around and walked away.

What does it have to do with him how the world sees him?

The only people Chen Ling really cares about are the people around her...

Chen Ling took staggering steps, walked through the unconscious bodies on the ground, and headed straight in a certain direction.

The sacrificial dance was over, and Chen Ling could have rested, but he didn't just fall down... Before that, he had some things to figure out...

"Cough...cough...cough..."

Chen Ling coughed violently as he walked, and his body swayed unnaturally, as if he was about to fall to the ground at the next moment.

Seeing this, Sun Bumian and others on the side immediately came over to support him, but before they could run far, Chen Ling slowly stopped in front of a piece of nothingness.

Chen Ling took a deep breath, and his eyes seemed to see through the void, looking at a certain figure... He bowed slightly:

"Disciple Chen Ling...pays homage to the master."

Sun Bumian and others were stunned where they stood.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... After a long silence, a curtain in the void was slowly drawn open.

A figure stepped out, his spotless red robe fluttering in the wind. A young man's face with bright eyes and white teeth appeared in front of Chen Ling, with a complicated expression.

"How did you find out about your master?" the Red King couldn't help but ask.

Chen Ling lowered his head and did not answer.

Just now, after he started the sacrificial dance and entered the state of "God", everything was visible before his eyes. He could see the collapse of the bridge in another space, and naturally he could also see the figure who had been hiding in the dark and watching the fire from the other side.

"Since the master has been here the whole time... why didn't you take any action for such a long time?"

Chen Ling's question made the Red King narrow his eyes slightly.

"No matter how strong the ridicule is, you can't defeat it, Master... But saving our eldest brother shouldn't be a difficult task, right?"

Chen Ling spoke again, his voice was hoarse and bitter. He didn't dare look up at the Red King's eyes, because he was worried... worried that he would see the calmness and indifference in his master's eyes, which was what he least wanted to see.

The Red King is full of secrets. Even his disciple Chen Ling does not know how strong he is. Even if Chaozai is the natural enemy of Xishendao, it is not difficult to rescue Ning Ruyu from it as long as the Red King wants... He even has a way to suppress Chaozai and rescue everyone here.

But he did nothing. Since the war began, he just hid in the void, observing everything like an outsider...

Or, like a cold chess player behind the scenes.

The Red King sighed, put his hands behind his back, and looked at Chen Ling calmly:

"Sixth Brother, what do you want to say?"

"Is all this also part of your plan?"

Chen Ling couldn't help it. He raised his head suddenly, staring into the Red King's eyes. "The Silver King stole my self and made Chaos Zai lose control... Then you killed him, allowing my consciousness to return to my body and start a fight with Chaos Zai...

You allowed the eldest brother and other brothers and sisters to be slaughtered by the taunting disaster, just to use their deaths to stimulate me, to make me fight against the taunting disaster desperately, and finally take back the control of this body from it...

You used everyone's lives to set up a game... a game that would make Chaozai, the natural enemy of Xishendao, more 'obedient', and make Chaozai fall deeper into your control..."

As Chen Ling finished speaking, the air fell into dead silence.

This is not an inquiry, but a question...

He is the junior fellow apprentice of Xidao Guzang, questioning his master; he is the Red Six of the Dusk Society, questioning the Red King.

Whether it was Sun Bushian, Zhao Yi, or Han Meng... no matter if they were members of the Twilight Club or not, the three of them held their breath at this moment, waiting for the Red King's answer.

Looking at Chen Ling's sharp and painful eyes, the Red King remained silent for a long time, and the casualness in his eyes gradually faded away...

Instead, there is the calmness of a winter lake.

"That's right." The Red King said calmly, "I deliberately let the Silver King go, and I also deliberately let Ning Ruyu die... If you were a little later, the second, third, and fourth brothers would also die. Only when they die can you burn your boats and truly begin to control the disaster."

The Red King paused for a moment and pointed to the place where Chen Ling had just performed the sacrificial dance:

"It turns out that the master is right... Didn't you do a good job just now?"

Chen Ling's face turned pale instantly.

Chen Ling had been looking into the eyes of the Red King, not missing any details. He knew very well that the Red King was telling the truth...

He raised his right hand tremblingly and covered his chest tightly, where a curse was causing dull pain, as if someone had smashed Chen Ling's heart hard, causing his empty chest to ache extremely.

"Controlling disasters... is it that important?" Chen Ling asked hoarsely, gritting his teeth.

"important."

The Red King answered without hesitation.

"Controlling disasters is more important than anything else."