I'm not a drama god

The sound is like opera singing, but it is different.

It doesn't have a too sharp falsetto, but it is full of power, like a sharp sword, caressing the world in the most gentle way... This is a ballad.

I don’t know if it was Wang Jincheng’s illusion, but when the first line of the song sounded, the gloomy wind sweeping over the main city seemed to dissipate a little.

His mood, which was in great pain just now, seemed to be soothed by this voice, and his heart gradually calmed down.

""I heard your voice";"

""I smell longing blooming among the thorns","

""I came from the direction of sunset"..."

Wang Jincheng just lay there, listening to the song echoing in his ears, as if some indescribable magic was healing the painful scars of this realm.

squeak - squeak -

When Wang Jincheng closed his eyes and enjoyed the tranquility of the song, a light sound of footsteps came from a distance.

He turned his head with difficulty and saw several tall figures in black suits slowly walking towards him in the flames of war in the ruins...

Spotless black leather shoes stepped over the blood-soaked ground, the corners of their suits fluttered in the sobbing wind. Some of them had one hand in their pockets, while others were solemnly fastening their black ties, as if they were attending some solemn and grand ceremony.

In their chest pockets, a few textured black playing cards were exposed.

【6】，【7】，【10】，【J】，【Q】.

In this devastated world, they come in their best attire;

"…The Twilight Society?"

Seeing those playing cards, Wang Jincheng seemed to have thought of something and muttered to himself.

These five figures walked in the ruins and passed by Wang Jincheng. One of them, a young man with a wolf's tail, glanced at him, then looked away and continued walking forward.

Finally, they came to the young man who was kneeling in the ruins, covered in wounds.

"The requiem has been sung..." Bai Ye said calmly, "Club 8, we should go now."

The Eight of Clubs slowly raised his bloodstained face.

He looked at the red costumes flying on the stage in the sky in the distance. After a long silence, he supported himself with his hands and stood up staggeringly...

He was once the ninth hall of Fu Sheng Hui, and is now the eighth of Plum Blossom in Twilight Society;

The Mortal Realm was facing extinction, and all the lives were in ruins. He had risked everything he had to fulfill his duties as the former Ninth Hall... But now, everything was coming to an end, and it was time to return to his identity.

He failed to save the world, so he could only send the more than two million victims on their final journey.

"I'm sorry... I acted on my own." Club Eight lowered his head and said in embarrassment.

"Action without authorization?" Chu Muyun raised his eyebrows and smiled, "What do you mean by action without authorization... Weren't you accidentally dragged into this war? You were acting in self-defense."

Plum Blossom 8 was stunned for a moment, but when he saw the smiles on everyone's faces, he felt warm in his heart.

At this moment, he seemed to have thought of something, looked down at his bloody and tattered clothes, and said bitterly: "But... I didn't have time to bring formal clothes for the funeral."

"piece of cake."

The J of Clubs raised his hand and casually patted the shoulder of the 8 of Clubs. His ragged clothes suddenly changed into an extremely formal black suit, which was clean, tidy and meticulous.

He rubbed the J of Clubs casually again, and a black 8 of Clubs playing card was gently put into his breast pocket.

"Thank you, senior." Seeing this, Plum Blossom 8 thanked him respectfully.

At the same time, Bai also glanced at the nothingness beside him.

"9 of Hearts, how long are you going to sneak around there?"

The 8 of Clubs was startled. He followed Bai Ye's gaze and saw that the ground not far from him suddenly loosened, and a figure actually emerged from the ground. It was the 9 of Hearts!

The 9 of Hearts stood firm and dusted itself off awkwardly.

"Hehehe... How can you call it sneaking? I was just passing by, passing by."

The look of the Eight of Clubs suddenly became strange.

"By the way, why is it that the Six of Hearts is singing the Requiem this time?" The Nine of Hearts changed the subject naturally while putting on a suit. "Aren't they said that only a few high-ranking members of the Dusk Society can sing this?"

Chu Muyun turned his head and looked at the bright red opera robe in the sky, his eyes full of complexity, "It seems that during the six months that Red Heart 6 disappeared, he benefited a lot from the ancient collection of opera..."

"How can this guy be simple if he can get the support of West [K] at the same time?"

"From now on, there will be one more person in the world who can sing Requiem... This is also a good thing for the Dusk Society."

"I'm about to say that again, the same generation number [6]..."

"Stop!" Jian Changsheng gritted his teeth and covered the mouth of Red Heart 9, "You say I'm not as smart as Red Heart, I admit it! But this thing is exclusive to Xishendao, I can't learn it even if you break me into pieces!"

"…I just said it casually."

"All right."

Bai Ye spoke up, and everyone suddenly quieted down.

Seven figures in black suits stood together quietly, their eyes simultaneously looking towards the ruined Red Dust Main City...

"...Let's work."

……

Wearing a bright red costume, Chen Ling climbed up the void step by step. His eyes were fixed on the sea of ​​soul shrouded by red electric light. The patient voice of Senior Brother Xi in the play Dao Gu Zang flashed through his mind:

"Junior brother, when singing [Requiem], the most important thing is to use your own soul as the carrier..."

"Let the tone of each ballad resonate with the soul. The frequency of this resonance is extremely special and requires a lot of practice to master..."

"Junior brother, you sang this part wrong, listen to me sing it again..."

"..."

The howling cold wind brushed across Chen Ling's cheeks, and the face in the corner of her memory gradually disappeared, replaced by a desolate and dilapidated dead city.

Chen Ling took a deep breath and sang the ballad that she had practiced countless times in the ancient Tibetan drama again:

""The earth and the rose are your hotbed","

""Frost, snow and setting sun are your heavy makeup";"

""I will weave hope into flying kapok","

““First you reach the rock and remember the scent of the flowers”…”

As Chen Ling's singing moved, the gradually distorted and shrunken sea of ​​soul seemed to be affected by some external force, and the originally hideous and painful soul calmed down at the same time!

The pain on their faces gradually disappeared, and was replaced by a calmness that had not been felt for a long time, as if they were cleansed by some holy and great power, and all the extreme emotions were being purified.

The operation of the alchemy array suddenly stopped!

Then, these souls no longer twisted and deformed, nor did they condense towards the outline of the Philosopher's Stone under the trend of lightning. Instead, they seemed to have awakened their own consciousness and drifted in all directions to the west!