I'm not a drama god

Jian Changsheng had a dream.

The dark murderous aura was like a quagmire, slowly wriggling under his feet, like a monster devouring the abyss... At this moment, his legs were deeply stuck in it, and no matter how he struggled, he could not pull them out at all.

Beads of sweat the size of beans slid down Jian Changsheng's cheeks. He panicked and tried to grab something beside him, but there was no foothold at all in this dead silent quagmire. The more he struggled, the deeper he sank. Gradually, half of his body was swallowed up.

"Damn, what the hell is this?!"

"Hearts!! Diamonds! Clubs... Save me!!"

“Damn it, damn it, damn it…where did all these people go?!”

Jian Changsheng looked around helplessly, trying to find the familiar figure in red amidst the endless murderous aura, but all that was left was a blurry and chaotic nothingness...

At this moment, a black figure slowly rose from the murderous quagmire.

Due to the distance, Jian Changsheng could not see his face clearly, but he was wearing ancient armor, and his body was covered in blood and mud. Even though there was a lot of murderous aura between them, his sharp eyes full of murderous intent still flickered coldly, staring straight at him...

Jian Changsheng's body gradually sank into the quagmire. Seeing this, he spoke in panic:

"Who are you?!!"

The man did not speak, but just stood above the quagmire of murderous aura. The endless murderous aura around him surged towards him like a whirlpool, as if he was the master here... All that was left for Jian Changsheng was a pair of eyes that looked down on an ant, full of disdain and contempt.

For some reason, the moment he saw that person, Jian Changsheng had a bad feeling in his heart.

At the same time, Jian Changsheng's eyes blurred, and he didn't know when a phantom in a bright red robe quietly floated beside him. Due to the murderous aura, Jian Changsheng couldn't see his appearance and expression clearly, but he was almost certain that the guy was Chen Ling!

Jian Changsheng's eyes lit up, and he shouted towards there as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw:

"Red Heart!! Where did you go just now?!"

"Come and help me! That guy is a bit evil! Let's stay away from him..."

But the strange thing was that no matter how Jian Changsheng called out, Chen Ling in red had no intention of coming closer. Instead, she turned around indifferently and walked away.

Jian Changsheng was stunned. He shouted in disbelief:

"Chen Ling!!! Come and save me!! I just sacrificed all my luck in the second half of my life to save you, you can't just stand there and watch you die!!"

"If you act like an ungrateful person, I...I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!"

The red-clothed figure disappeared at the end of the murderous aura without looking back. Jian Changsheng's surroundings were empty again. He stared blankly at the dead silence around him. An unprecedented fear surged into his heart... It was dozens of times more terrifying than being trapped in a quagmire.

The murderous quagmire swallowed Jian Changsheng's body bit by bit. His eyes fell into darkness and a strong sense of weightlessness surged into his heart.

……

"Chen Ling?!!!"

Jian Changsheng woke up suddenly and sat up.

Sun Bumian, who was lazily lying in a rocking chair, was frightened by the roar and jumped up. The small round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose almost fell off. After seeing that it was Jian Changsheng who made the noise, he angrily cursed:

"Spades, are you fucking sick?! Huh?! I almost got my gold back... just this little bit... I've already beaten the Red King to a pulp, and all I'm missing is the address of the gold, do you know?!"

Jian Changsheng: “……?”

Jian Changsheng sat on the bed blankly, looking at the familiar environment around him. It took him a while to come back to his senses:

"Why did you hit the Red King?"

"..."

Sun Bumian held it in for a long time, then tried to quickly skip the topic with a flick of his hand, "Don't worry about this... What nightmare did you have? Why did you yell Hongxin's name so bitterly?"

"I……"

Jian Changsheng hesitated for a long time, and finally sighed, "Nothing."

Then, Jian Changsheng looked around and asked again:

"Isn't this where we stayed when we were in the Tianshu Realm? Why are we here?"

"If not here, then where?" Sun Bumian lay back in the rocking chair, basking in the sun, and spoke slowly like an old man, "After you withstood the attack of Chao Zai, you fell into a coma. That old man...oh, the Red King asked us to take good care of you, so we can only find a safe place nearby to wait for you to wake up. After thinking about it, this place is closer and safer.

Come to think of it, you should thank Xiaohua because he carried you all the way through the Gray Realm."

"Xiaohua...where are the others?"

"You're in the bed next to me."

Jian Changsheng turned his head and saw a mummy wrapped in bandages lying peacefully on the bed next to him, with his hands clasped on his chest, looking like he was just one wreath away from death. Even the scream that frightened Sun Bumian just now did not disturb him at all.

Jian Changsheng couldn't help but stand up and put his finger under Jiang Xiaohua's nose. After a while, his face suddenly turned pale.

"Cube... Xiaohua seems to be dead."

Hearing this, Jiang Xiaohua slowly opened her eyes and said reluctantly: "You are the one who died."

"..."

"Why don't you breathe when you sleep?!"

"I don't need to breathe." Jiang Xiaohua turned over, facing away from Jian Changsheng, and seemed to have fallen asleep again.

Jian Changsheng turned around speechlessly and walked around the room. After holding it in for a long time, he couldn't help but ask, "...Where's Hong Xin?"

"He..."

Sun Bumian had a strange expression on his face. "He's gone."

"Leaving? Have you returned to Xidao Ancient Treasures?" Jian Changsheng asked subconsciously, recalling that the four Ks had said they would take him home.

"No, he left the Twilight Society..."

"Oh, so you left the Twilight Society... I thought..."

Jian Changsheng suddenly froze in place.

Half a second later, he suddenly came back to his senses and stared into Sun Bumian's eyes, "What did you say?!!!"

Sun Bumian lay in the rocking chair and swayed as he recounted the entire cause and effect. After listening to him, Jian Changsheng stood still like a sculpture.

"He's gone... How could he just leave like that?" Jian Changsheng's chest rose and fell violently, "Is the Red King sick? He has to force his own disciple to death?! Now that he's forced him to join the Fusion Sect, is he satisfied?!"

Sun Bumian clapped his hands, stood up from the rocking chair, and resonated directly with Jian Changsheng:

"Really?! He is just sick!! How can a good demigod do such despicable things?!"

"Let's go!!"

"You also think it's too much to go after him, right?! Let's go! Let's go and settle the score with him!"

"Let's go to the Fusion Faction and get the Red Heart back!!"

"Yes, let's go to Rong...???" Sun Bumian was stunned, and turned back to look at Jian Changsheng, who had an extremely serious expression.

"…What did you say?"