I'm not a drama god

“——Achi!!”

Jian Changsheng sneezed violently.

"The air quality in the Wuji Realm is really bad." Jian Changsheng muttered, "It's foggy everywhere, I can't see anything clearly... The smell is also very pungent."

"It's normal. This is a factory after all."

Wu Duo closed the window and made sure that no one outside was looking in here, then he pulled up the curtains, and the whole room suddenly became dark.

pat-

Fang Liangye pulled the light cord, and the pale light bulb illuminated the warehouse, reflecting a number of disheveled faces covered in dust.

All the rat gangs that escaped from the underground base basically hid here. Most of them were injured, but the deep fatigue in their eyes was more shocking than the injuries under the incandescent light.

The stronghold was destroyed, the brothers were killed, and the leader Duran disappeared, making the already difficult situation of the Rat Gang even worse...

For a moment, the atmosphere in the warehouse was dead silent and depressing.

"Is this place safe?" Fang Liangye asked Wu Duo in a low voice.

"Of course it's safe. Have you forgotten that this is your base camp?"

"Headquarters?"

“Your Human Rights Union was formed in this factory area, right? It was your people who vacated this place for us.”

"Human Rights Union..."

Fang Liangye tried to recall the name, but there was only confusion in his eyes.

Wu Duo looked into Fang Liangye's eyes and sighed, "Okay, your memory is completely messed up... The Human Rights Union is a union secretly formed by residents of your factory area. It has been working hard to fight for reasonable rights and interests for the residents... You often write letters to petition."

Naturally, there was no way that any relevant memory could remain in Fang Liangye's mind. The way Wu Duo described him made him feel extremely unfamiliar.

He walked forward slowly, looking through the edge of the curtain at the factory area outside in the haze, with a complicated expression...

He is not the Six of Hearts from Twilight Society.

Everything in his memory is another person's entire life... So, who is the real him?

In the gray haze outside the window, haggard figures wearing protective clothing walked into the factory gate one by one with their heads lowered. No one communicated with each other. They were like a group of hollowed-out puppets, being mechanically swallowed into the belly of the factory behemoth.

Just as Fang Liangye was lost in thought, a voice came from behind him.

"If we hide here, will Hongxin be able to find us?" Jian Changsheng asked doubtfully.

"Okay." Fang Liangye came back to his senses and nodded slightly, "I left a mark outside. If it's him, he will definitely be able to find it."

"That's good……"

Seeing Jian Changsheng's relieved look, Fang Liangye's mind moved. He recalled the memories of Chen Ling in his mind. After a while, he suddenly spoke:

"You have a really good relationship."

"Huh? What?"

"You and Heart."

Jian Changsheng was stunned. He scratched his head and said, "Really? Actually, I have the same feeling... When we were in Tianshu Realm, I felt that I had to come... Are we close friends?"

"No, you used to be enemies."

"???"

Fang Liangye is different from Chen Ling. Although he has Chen Ling's memories, he is not that cold in his bones. Compared with Chen Ling, he is more willing to express his emotions directly.

He looked at his reflection in the glass and spoke again.

"Hong Xin... is really pitiful." Fang Liangye paused for a moment, "Almost no one in this world can understand him, and no one can share his pain and confusion. He has to bear everything by himself... He is forcing himself to move forward, becoming dangerous, cunning, and indifferent.

The only kindness this world has for him is that he still has people he can trust... and you are one of them."

Fang Liangye's tone was very dull. Perhaps only he knew how much sadness and pain were contained in these few words. It was a microcosm of Chen Ling's struggles along the way.

Chen Ling's face appeared in Jian Changsheng's mind again, and he suddenly felt as if something had stabbed his heart, causing him to feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

He didn't know what to answer, so he just nodded silently:

"……Um."

Fang Liangye looked at him deeply, and spoke again, seemingly for no reason:

"You must live well."

Jian Changsheng looked at him blankly, as if he didn't quite understand, "Who?"

"You all." Fang Liangye pointed to his chest, "Everyone that Red Heart has in his heart."

"why?"

Fang Liangye didn't continue chatting. He just walked quietly to the corner, sat down, and closed his eyes to rest.

Jian Changsheng was confused and did not ask any more questions. He just looked out the window, imitating Fang Liangye's behavior just now, and fell into deep thought...

Suddenly, he slapped his head.

"Fuck, that's not right... I'm hiding here, what should I do with those two guys?"

……

The infinite realm.

the other side.

Handfuls of thick soil were shoveled into the sky. In a deep pit, a figure in a Tang suit was holding a shovel and digging downwards with sweat all over his forehead.

"Damn...did I dig so deep back then?"

The earth pit at this time was probably twenty meters deep. The sunlight could not reach the bottom of the pit, and it was extremely dark below... Sun Bumian leaned against the wall to rest for a while, took a deep breath, and dug downwards shovel by shovel.

Sun Bumian had traveled through so many realms to come here just for the things below...

There are a total of nine boxes of gold bricks.

Over thousands of years and countless reincarnations, Sun Bumian had been poor, hungry, and afraid... So every time he reincarnated, he would live frugally, like a hamster, turning the wealth he had earned from his hard work as a performer into gold bars and hiding them in one place.

Who says you can’t take money into the coffin?

For Sun Bumian, his money can not only be taken into the coffin, but also kept for use in his next life.

At the beginning, Sun Bumian buried coins, but he soon discovered that these things would become waste once the dynasty changed, and the paper money would dry up underground. The only currency that could circulate forever was gold.

In this way, when he really can't afford to eat, he can come back here, dig up the ground, and take out a few gold bars to spend... These are his roots!

Upon hearing the news that the Wuji Realm was about to fall, Sun Bumian became extremely nervous. He was worried that if a fight broke out here, his lifetime savings would be destroyed, so he did not hesitate to travel through mountains and rivers to come and confirm their safety.

Time passed by minute by minute. After an unknown amount of time, the edge of the shovel seemed to hit something hard in the soil, making a slight sound.

Sun Bumian’s eyes suddenly lit up!

He bent down and quickly pushed away the soil underneath, and several heavy, sealed iron boxes were gradually exposed to the air.

Rather than calling them iron boxes, they are more like oversized safes. These iron boxes seem to have been buried in the ground for many years, but there are no obvious signs of rust on the surface, and each one is extremely heavy.

Sun Bumian slapped the surface of one of the iron boxes, and the heavy lid slowly opened...

The next moment, Sun Bumian let out a sharp explosion!