I'm not a drama god

On the dark street,

A young figure in a Tang suit was strolling leisurely while coiling skewers, like the old men in Beijing who walk their birds with their hands behind their backs after dinner. A sense of relaxation was written all over his body.

Boom-!

From the residential buildings not far away, a roar accompanied by flames rang out, and it seemed that some screams could be heard.

Sun Bumian glanced over there and said slowly:

"Disasters don't come to me, I don't bring disasters, good luck and everything goes well~~"

He held the beads calmly and continued to walk forward, as if the war and fighting in the distance had nothing to do with him. His back did not blend into the struggle, but instead looked like a passerby.

But as a familiar ancient murderous aura surged out from the roar in the distance, Sun Bumian paused.

"Huh? This is..."

He lowered his small round sunglasses slightly, looked towards the battlefield, and his expression gradually became subtle.

"This aura, is it the 6 of Spades?"

"Damn it, why did I bump into him again? I'll get away from him before he notices me..."

Sun Bumian was about to turn around and leave, but after thinking for a moment, he took his steps back in hesitation, "Hiding is not a solution... This matter is indeed my fault. I almost got killed by him last time."

"We are all members of the Twilight Society. We will see each other sooner or later...why don't we just take this opportunity to help him? That way we'll be even?"

Sun Bumian's original calmness had disappeared. He quickly rolled up the wooden skewers in his hands, as if he was brainstorming about something... After struggling for a long time, he seemed to have made up his mind and sighed.

"I will not bring disaster upon myself if it does not happen to me... This time, I owe him."

Sun Bumian turned and walked towards the battlefield.

Sun Bumian was not a warlike person. In his mind, he didn't have to fight to help Jian Changsheng. After all, judging from the fluctuations in the aura, there was a melee going on over there... If he took action when Jian Changsheng was beaten to the point of death, and then took him away, he could not only avoid a fight, but also save his life. From now on, the debt would be settled!

What if Jian Changsheng is not dying yet?

Then let’s wait until he is beaten to the point of death!

The abacus in Sun Bumian's mind was clacking as loudly as the strings in his hand. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He carefully climbed up an empty building, stuck out half of his head and looked at the battlefield...

The next moment, he froze in place.

The commercial district, which was once full of tall buildings, is now in ruins.

The broken remains of the walls looked like a forest of stone, the raging sea of ​​fire was raging endlessly, and on the cracked earth that had turned into ruins, bloody corpses were scattered everywhere, with the remaining expressions of fear and hideousness on their faces.

In the flames, a blood-stained figure slowly pulled out a piece of broken steel bar that looked like a long sword from the chest of a body...

Jian Changsheng opened his lips slightly, a stream of hot air drifted from the corner of his mouth, and his face was as cold as frost in the swaying flames.

"the seventh……"

Jian Changsheng kicked the corpse down, holding the bloody steel bar in one hand, and slowly swept his sharp eyes across Xizhou, like a lone wolf searching for prey.

"Anything else? Keep going!!"

These five words were like thunder exploding over the battlefield. Even though Jian Changsheng was already riddled with wounds and looked like he would fall down at the slightest gust of wind, his voice became more and more powerful and domineering!

For a moment, the air in the entire block seemed to freeze.

"This guy... can he still fight even after this?"

"What's his name? Jian Wubing? I've never heard of this person before."

"Yeah, from the time he killed the third person, I felt like he couldn't hold on any longer... But he kept killing people. We used all kinds of methods, including single combat, siege, assassination, sneak attacks, etc., but he still killed them one by one."

"Is he pretending, or is he really seriously injured?"

"His internal organs were almost split in half, how could it be fake??"

"So... he is really at the end of his rope this time? Can we definitely kill him this time?"

“Even an iron man would be exhausted after being attacked so many times in a row. I feel like he’s just bluffing… I thought he was a pushover, but I didn’t expect him to be so strong. If I let him run away this time, he’ll be a big threat to the [Tongtian Star Position] once he recovers!”

"Kill him while he's sick! No matter what! Go ahead!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two more figures attacked at the same time, like sharp arrows bursting out of the darkness, and without any warning, they struck Jian Changsheng's vital points!

The positions from which they attacked were extremely tricky, completely in Jian Changsheng's blind spot. They whizzed through the air, and just when the weapons in their hands were about to touch Jian Changsheng's body, the latter's figure disappeared out of thin air!

One of them was slightly stunned.

Then, as if he had realized something, he suddenly slashed the air above himself with his knife!

A drop of blood was cut in half by the blade in mid-air...but no one was seen.

Before he could react, dozens of blood drops hovered around him strangely. One of the blood drops instantly turned into a black blood shadow, and five fingers pressed on his chest like lightning!

The next moment, Jian Changsheng's five fingers grabbed hard at the same time!

"collapse."

boom--! !

Five bolts of lightning flashed as the five fingers exerted force, and the man was instantly blown into five pieces, flying in different directions!

The blood bloomed in the air like fireworks. Jian Changsheng casually inserted the steel bar into the ground. With his other hand, he lightly hooked the blood. It quickly condensed into a blood-red sword and fell steadily into Jian Changsheng's palm.

The companion was killed instantly, and the other attacker was also dumbfounded. He thought Jian Changsheng was already at the end of his strength, but he didn't expect that he could still have such terrifying fighting power...

No, that's not right...

The fighting power he displayed now was even several times more than that at the beginning!

"Is this... a field??"

At this moment, even if the attacker was slow, he would have sensed something was wrong, because after Jian Changsheng killed the eighth person in seconds, his aura rose again... The murderous aura that had almost condensed into substance drifted away from him, and gradually formed a sun behind him...

A black sun.

This black murderous sun currently only has an outline. From a distance, it looks like the halo floating behind those statues. However, the black halo behind Jian Changsheng does not have any sacred aura. Instead, it is filled with a suffocating sense of oppression!

After killing eight people in a row, his temperament at this moment has completely changed compared to when he first entered the old district.

Jian Changsheng's body, like a bellows, breathed gently. He had a black divine ring on his back and held a blood-red long sword in one hand. He walked towards the ninth attacker step by step...

His low voice slowly sounded:

"Welcome to my... [Infernal Hell]."