I'm not a drama god

"Liu Town is just ahead."

Chen Ling looked at the familiar outline of the house in the distance and spoke calmly.

"We are finally there." Jian Changsheng stretched his shoulders. "We have crossed most of the mortal world, right? If we don't get there soon, we will be exhausted."

"But Liu Town looks no different from other towns..."

"Do not."

Meihua J narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the nearest dead tree. If you look closely, you can find extremely fine silk threads swaying in the wind on its surface.

"Although the illusion of the secular world here has been shattered, there seems to be something hidden beneath the surface of the illusion."

Bai Ye nodded slightly:

"These threads retain the aura of the chief of the Qingshen Dao. They should have been secretly hidden here hundreds of years ago before Fushenghui started to create illusions... It seems that the chief attaches great importance to this place."

"What's so special about this place? Why did the chief leave a special means here?" Jian Changsheng frowned slightly. "Besides, we won't be treated as enemies and attacked when we go in, right?"

"It shouldn't be that serious. These threads seem to have a special triggering mechanism. As long as we don't act rashly, there will be no problem."

"It seems that the Six of Hearts guessed correctly. This is indeed the safest place."

The crowd walked slowly along the dim bluestone road. The surrounding houses were empty and the whole town was lifeless.

Chen Ling glanced at Xi Zhou with a complicated expression.

This was his third time entering Liu Town.

When he came here for the first time, Chen Ling had just escaped from the Aurora Realm, a purgatory on earth. Seeing the beautiful mountains and rivers, and the tranquility and peace here, he was surprised that there was such a piece of pure land in this chaotic wasteland. When he came here for the second time, he was already a prisoner of Fu Sheng Hui. Although the beautiful scenery remained, it revealed a mystery. When he came here for the third time, everything had changed beyond recognition.

Chen Ling witnessed the blade of the times with his own eyes, peeling off the masks of the world layer by layer, and finally exposing the cruel truth beneath the beautiful skin... In a sense, he is a witness to everything.

"The situation in Hongchen Main City is not good."

Chu Muyun looked at the sea of ​​fire rising into the sky in the distance and frowned slightly.

"Fushenghui only has so many people. How can they resist the attacks of the Witch Association and those silver monsters?" Bai Ye shook his head. "Even if they gather as much combat power as possible and use the terrain of the main city to defend, it will be difficult for them to hold out for too long...

Unless the chief of Fu Sheng Hui suddenly explodes and kills Wu Ji Jun, the extinction of the Red Dust Realm is a foregone conclusion. "

"This realm funeral is another big event..."

"Let's find a place to rest first. When the main city is almost done, we should get to work."

They came to an empty house with its gates open and started to rest inside. Compared with the main city with flames rising to the sky in the distance, this place was as quiet as an isolated island.

Liu Qingyan did not enter the house. She glanced in a certain direction of Liu Town, her face full of worry and uneasiness. After saying goodbye to Chen Ling, she hurried there.

Chen Ling also knew something about Liu Qingyan's life experience. In her early years, her family went bankrupt due to poor management and owed huge debts. Her parents fell ill and were unable to repay the debts. Liu Qingyan's income in the main city of Hongchen was basically used to repay her father's debts. The reason why she followed the people from the Dusk Society all the way to Liu Town was because her home was here.

The 8 of Clubs, the 9 of Hearts, and Liu Qingyan left one after another. The originally huge team of the Dusk Society suddenly became a little deserted, and Chen Ling didn't want to sit here and wait.

She stood at the gate of the house in a bright red opera robe, her eyes drifting in the direction of Li Qingshan's house.

Chen Ling and the others had wasted a lot of time on the journey. If nothing unexpected happened, Li Qingshan, Huang Suyue, Kong Baosheng and others should have arrived in Liu Town long ago and gathered at Li Qingshan's house.

"I'm going out."

Chen Ling walked into the drizzling rain.

……

Chen Ling walked forward alone along the familiar bluestone road.

He remembered this road. When he fainted in the forest and was rescued by Li Qingshan, the creaking cart passed by here... The song "Red Mane Horse" sung by the woman in green at that time seemed to still echo in his memory, but all he saw was desolation and silence.

The world of mortals is gone forever;

Just as Bai Ye said, the extinction of the mortal world is almost a foregone conclusion. From Chen Ling's perspective, this makes it even more meaningless for Plum Blossom 8 to step forward at this time.

Knowing that a war is extremely difficult to win, knowing that even if he intervenes, he won't change anything, why is he still rushing to do it? As the number one genius of Qingshen Dao, his future is obviously bright, but he has to take risks with his life... Chen Ling really doesn't understand.

Sit back and watch the extinction of the mortal world, recover the bodies of the Nine Lords, complete the tasks step by step, and finally reverse the times... This is the most efficient, the most direct, and the safest way.

Chen Ling didn't care about the lives of those people in the mortal world, and he didn't want to be bound by emotions like Plum Blossom 8...

He just wants to move forward towards the ultimate goal in the most efficient way.

Tick-tick-tick-

The drizzle rolled down from the withered treetops, creating ripples in the puddles.

Chen Ling stopped in front of the door of Li Qingshan's house.

Chen Ling looked around, frowning unconsciously...

"What's going on...Huang Suyue hasn't arrived yet?"

As the chairman of the Huang Group, Huang Suyue would not escape here alone. She should at least bring Uncle Quan, a few bodyguards, and some property with her... Chen Ling thought she would come here by car, but looking around, there was not a single car in Liu Town.

He suppressed his doubts for the moment and knocked on the door gently. The crisp sound echoed in the courtyard and shook off a withered tree branch beside the door.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

After waiting for half a minute, there was still no movement behind the door.

Chen Ling's brows furrowed more and more. He pushed the door open with force. With a low creaking sound, an empty courtyard appeared before him.

"...No one?" Chen Ling was stunned.

Chen Ling subconsciously looked up at the sky. According to the time, even if Li Qingshan and the others were slow, they should have arrived by now... How could there be no one there?

Li Qingshan has already set foot on the Xishendao, so it won't be a problem for him to escape with Kong Baosheng; Huang Suyue should also be protected by the Shinto bodyguards, so she shouldn't be in danger...

Did something happen on the way and delayed him?

Chen Ling hesitated for a moment, but still sat down on a wooden chair in the courtyard, looked outside the courtyard door, and began to wait.

Chen Ling felt that since she had told them that Liu Town was the safest place, and now that the main city was in the midst of war, there was no reason for them not to come;

One minute, five minutes, ten minutes...

The sky in the distance is burning in the flames of war,

The drizzle of Liuzhen falls in silence.

A bright red opera robe swayed silently under the dead branches. He walked from Jinghong Tower to Liu Town, from an actor on the stage to here step by step, becoming a spectator watching the fire from the other side of the river. He always maintained an absolutely correct rationality.

But before you know it...

He was alone.