I'm not a drama god

The child died.

Died in the howling wind, died in the silent rain, died in front of the yellow moon.

More than 20 of them watched helplessly as the child struggled in pain, watched his blood drain away bit by bit, watched his wound fester and stink, but they could do nothing...

The girl's heart-wrenching cries lingered in Huang Suyue's ears. Her chest rose and fell violently, and her eyes were full of anger, unwillingness, and confusion.

Gradually, the girl became tired of crying and leaned haggardly against a bodyguard, as if she had lost all her strength.

"Miss..." Uncle Quan walked to the stiff Huang Suyue and opened his mouth.

"Miss, we should go."

Huang Suyue slowly turned her head and looked behind her.

The headlights of the convoy tore through the dim rain curtain. These buzzing mechanical beasts carried enough wealth to buy most things in the world... but in war, in front of the lives that were about to be lost, they were no different from a car full of blank sheets of paper.

"Uncle Quan...is it really meaningful for us to take this money?" Huang Suyue said hoarsely.

Uncle Quan understood what Huang Suyue meant and sighed:

"Miss, money itself has no meaning, but after this disaster, we still have to survive... This is the wealth we worked so hard to earn. It would be a pity if it were to be destroyed in the war."

"What if...what if this disaster doesn't get over? What if there is no Red Dust Main City anymore?"

Uncle Quan stood there in a daze.

"But Miss, whether it makes sense or not, they are already here." Uncle Quan frowned, "Are you going to burn them all on the spot?"

"……Do not."

Huang Suyue looked at the bloody house, and a look of determination appeared in her eyes.

"Uncle Quan, you are right... Money itself has no meaning, it is just a currency for circulation... We can't use money to buy a child's life, but we can use money to prevent more people from dying."

"How can we stop them? We are just businessmen with worldly money. How can we possibly resist those people from the Wuji Realm?"

"Of course, we use the method we are best at...trading."

Uncle Quan looked at the girl in front of him in confusion. He couldn't understand Huang Suyue's thinking at all...Transaction? Could it be that he was using money to bribe those people in the Wuji Realm? How could this be possible? Since they had started the Realm War, how could they retreat for the money?

"I don't want to be a deserter anymore, Uncle Quan." Huang Suyue pointed at the neatly arranged convoy.

"We grew up in the Red Dust Realm, we live here... I want to use this money to do something more meaningful, instead of just hiding behind it."

"Then, what about Liu Zhen?"

"...I'm not going to Liuzhen anymore." Huang Suyue took a deep breath, her eyes gleaming.

"Let's go back to the main city of Hongchen!"

……

“Have we really…escaped Guernica?”

The moment he heard these words, Chen Ling froze in place.

He was silent.

He looked at the charred town and the corpses lying in disorder before him, and everything he felt in the painting emerged in his mind... They escaped from the "Guernica" in the painting, but could not escape from the real Guernica.

Real war is more cruel than paintings.

Plum Blossom 8 has never been a spoiled person, nor is he a rookie who cannot stand the sight of blood. He has seen too many storms in his youth, and even when facing the hellish scene on earth like the Aurora Realm, he did not react so violently... But the situation in the Red Dust Realm is different.

On the one hand, he had been tortured for too long in "Guernica" and had already suffered psychological trauma; on the other hand, the Aurora City at that time was extremely cold and killed people without any form or visibility, and all the people in the city were frozen to death in silence, but what the Red Dust Realm was facing now was naked man-made massacre!

"This is a war." Chen Ling said slowly, "but it has nothing to do with us."

“…Nothing to do with it?”

The Eight of Clubs raised his head and looked at Chen Ling with a pale face, full of confusion.

"Chen Ling, you've also been in Guernica... Now, don't you feel anything at all?"

Chen Ling was silent for a long time. He even closed his eyes and felt everything around him... But in the end, he opened his eyes and answered honestly and calmly:

"……No."

“…Haha, then you are really ruthless.”

Plum Blossom 8 staggered to his feet and headed towards the main city of Red Dust.

"Where are you going?" Chen Ling suddenly asked.

"I am not you, Chen Ling... I have been in Guernica for too long. The shadow of war has been engraved into my spine. I can't be an indifferent 'audience'."

"You want to intervene in this war?"

"Before joining the Twilight Society, I was the Ninth Hall here."

"I know, but you should know that all this is meaningless." Chen Ling said in a deep voice, "We will eventually reverse the times and restart the world. By then, whether it is the mortal world in the flames of war or the aurora in the ice and snow, they will all be reversed by time..."

"If we don't do anything because everything is meaningless, then why do we exist at this moment?! Everything we have experienced, all the people we have met, relatives, friends, you want to say that their life and death don't matter, right?!"

The Eight of Clubs stared at Chen Ling's eyes and spoke loudly.

"I'm not an emotionless machine... Chen Ling. I can attend the funeral of the Realm as a member of the Twilight Club... But before that, I can't watch this place turn into a living hell.

Maybe my intervention can't change anything...but I don't want to experience the feeling of being powerless in the face of war again."

The Eight of Plum Blossoms passed over Chen Ling's shoulder, and the breeze swirled gently over the withered earth.

The world fell into silence.

Chen Ling watched the 8 of Clubs go away in silence, but did not try to stop it...

Strictly speaking, Plum Blossom 8's intervention in the Realm War and helping the Red Dust side has violated the neutral attitude of the Dusk Society, but he does not think that a sixth-level Plum Blossom 8 can change anything.

Since he wants to fulfill his duties as the Ninth Hall, let him do it... What does it have to do with me?

Chen Ling and Plum Blossom 8 walked in opposite directions, and he returned to the main group of the Dusk Society. At this time, Bai Ye and others were also looking at this place with complicated expressions, and I wonder if they saw the scene just now.

But the Nine of Hearts was nowhere to be seen in the crowd.

The disappearance of the 8 of Clubs and the 9 of Hearts made the team seem a little thin, but everyone seemed to have some kind of tacit understanding, and no one mentioned their disappearance.

"Hongxin...are you still leaving?" Jian Changsheng asked cautiously.

"Let's go, why don't you go?"

Chen Ling looked persistently towards a certain direction in the mist and rain.

"Let's continue to Liuzhen."