I'm not a drama god

Han Xiang put one hand behind his back and lightly touched the word with the other hand.

The next moment, an invisible slash hundreds of meters long swept out, cutting all the narrow vines on the path into pieces, and forcibly cut a bloody path out of this bitter and turbid forest!

With this one slash of the dragon, most of the disasters in the surrounding area were cleared up. The survivors who crawled out one after another stared at this scene blankly, their eyes full of shock.

Boom——

"Still watching?"

Amidst thunder and lightning, a figure wearing a Nuo dance robe and a hideous mask fell from the sky.

The dull drumbeats echoed in the void. Shen Nan carried the black flag and swept it lightly. A flash of lightning scorched the nearest flesh-and-blood tree. He turned to the crowd and said calmly, "Let's go...more disasters will come soon."

"...go? Where to go?" the survivor was at a loss.

Shen Nan raised his hand and pointed to the sky.

"The stars will guide you."

Everyone looked up and saw a figure walking among the stars. As he flicked his sleeves, the surrounding starlight intertwined into a shining galaxy, flowing in a certain direction...

At the end of the galaxy is the Mid-Levels Hotel.

This dreamlike scene made the survivors feel like they were dreaming... nuclear strikes, flesh and blood monsters, mysterious men flying in the sky, and stars flowing to the horizon in the dark clouds... In these short 12 hours, their worldviews have been impacted again and again, and now they are almost numb.

When the roar of fighting sounded again in the distance, they suddenly came to their senses and hurriedly ran in the direction indicated by the stars!

"Who are you?" One of the survivors couldn't help but stop and ask.

Shen Nan, wearing a Nuo mask, was silent for a long time. Answers emerged in his mind one after another... Was he the white-handed man from Bureau 749? Was he the owner of Shinto? Was he the descendant of some ancient culture? What should people in the future call him?

Finally, he shook his head:

"It doesn't matter anymore."

Be it Shen Nan or the other successors who came to rescue people, no one came for fame or fortune. Everyone has embarked on this path after mastering their respective fields to the extreme, so how could they care too much about worldly fame?

They came, they saved people, and that's enough.

More and more survivors were rescued from the ruins. In despair, they ran along the vast galaxy, occasionally looking back at the flames and explosions in the wriggling forest, as if they wanted to engrave this scene in their hearts forever.

But no one noticed that at the border of the war where everyone was fighting against the Bitter Meat Turbid Forest, two ghostly figures were quietly watching here...

They were all dressed in white, floating in the air, their eyes closed, and the cinnabar between their brows was eye-catching. One had a cold expression and solemn features; the other had eyes curved like the moon and a smile on his face. They were like ghosts wandering outside the world, overlooking the battlefield below.

"…It's chaos, everything is in chaos." Su Xi's voice seemed to come from the underworld, "These people were going to die…"

"I've said it before, that variable will change everything." Kongwang replied indifferently.

"Do you think you are the only one who discovered the variables?"

Su Xi watched Ying Fu fighting, while Kong Wang's gaze fell on Chen Ling in the starlight.

"They shouldn't be here... Now that they've changed the ending, everything is headed towards the unknown."

"No, they haven't changed yet." Su Xi paused for a moment, "As long as those who deserve to die die and those who deserve to live live, everything will be the same..."

"You mean..."

"Cough cough."

Just as Kongwang and Suxi were talking, a deliberate cough sounded from behind them.

Kongwang and Suxi looked back suddenly, and saw a figure wearing small round sunglasses, sitting on the back of a burning lion with his legs crossed, looking at them with a subtle expression.

"Long time no see, you two." Sun Bumian raised the corner of his mouth, "What are you plotting here?"

"Sun Bumian?"

The two of them looked gloomy. “What do you want to do?”

"The key is not what I want to do, but what you want to do." The smile on Sun Bumian's lips gradually faded. He gently pulled down the small round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and said lightly, "Everyone is trying their best to save people now. You two should not think of making trouble..."

"Sun Bumian, do you know what you are doing?" Su Xi snorted coldly, "There shouldn't be any survivors in this town. Now because of those two people, everything is going to change..."

"I've learned that the Ghost Dao Ancient Treasure can predict death, but so what?" Sun Bumian said disdainfully, "I've tried to change fate more than once. Do you think I'll be afraid if you say something more bluffing?"

"you……"

"Besides, if the performance of your Guidao Ancient Treasures doesn't match the accounts, what does it have to do with me? I'm very happy to do things that make you lose face!"

"Sun Bumian, you are looking for death!!"

Faced with Sun Bumian, this unreasonable rogue, the two messengers of Guidao Ancient Tibetan were a little annoyed. The temperature around Kongwang Suxi dropped rapidly, and the next moment, they rushed towards Sun Bumian like two white lightnings!

Sun Bumian was not afraid at all. The colorful awakening lion directly fought with the two of them, and loud explosions sounded one after another.

……

"Lu Xun, how are you?"

The disaster surrounding the shelter receded, and Su Zhiwei immediately stepped forward and asked.

Originally, Lu Xun's face turned pale due to overdrawn energy, but after Chen Ling fed him spiritual energy through the shared starlight, his complexion began to recover, and he immediately waved his hand:

"I'm fine, where's Chu Changqing?"

"I'm fine too... probably."

Su Zhiwei and Lu Xun turned their heads and saw Chu Changqing, who had turned into a tree man, struggling to pull his legs, which had turned into roots, out of the ground bit by bit, and then slowly and staggeringly moving towards here.

"Can't you change back?" Lu Xun asked doubtfully.

"It seems... not working?" Chu Changqing's voice was extremely bitter, "I still can't control the boundaries of this ability, and I haven't found a way to change back..."

"Then you can't always be a tree man, right?" Su Zhiwei raised his eyebrows.

"..."

Chu Changqing's face was full of wood grain and he wanted to cry but had no tears.

As they were talking, the people around them who had escaped death finally regained some vitality and recovered from the shadow of death. Some of them stepped forward cautiously.

"Um, Tianshu-kun..."

"What do we do next?"

When Lu Xun first heard the name Tianshu Jun, he was stunned for a moment, as if he was not used to this new name. He pondered for a moment and said, "Next, wait quietly for rescue."

"Rescue?" A puzzled voice came from the crowd, "But there are monsters outside now, who will come to save us?"

"There will be."

Lu Xun looked up at the stars and said, "They are almost here."