I'm not a drama god

Chen Ling, Lu Xun, Su Zhiwei, and Yang Xiao looked at each other and smiled slightly. There was some reluctance and helplessness in their smiles.

"See you next time."

"Well, see you next time."

"Let's go, bye."

After saying goodbye briefly, they turned and walked in different directions.

Perhaps it was because he had overdrawn his mental strength just now, Yang Xiao's face was still a little pale, but he didn't care about it... He just strolled on the desolate ruins, and after walking far away, he slowly looked up at the sky.

His eyes, flashing with the aurora, stared at the nothingness above the ruins, with a somewhat complicated expression.

Just now, there was something he didn't tell Lu Xun and the others...

For some reason, ever since he fainted from exhaustion, he felt that he seemed different from before, and the most obvious evidence was that he saw some things that he had never seen before.

In Yang Xiao's eyes, blurry shadows were floating above the ruins. There were too many of them, at least hundreds of thousands, surging like waves.

Yang Xiao couldn't see their expressions clearly, but he seemed to be able to feel the phantoms' reluctance and unwillingness to leave this world.

Yang Xiao slowly raised his hand among the ruins, as if he wanted to touch the surging shadowy waves...

He murmured to himself:

"This is……"

"The human soul?"

……

rustle……

With the last handful of loess covering the slightly concave ground, Fu Kun wiped the sweat from his forehead and put the stone shovel he had made aside.

The breeze blew across the mountainside of Wushan Mountain, bringing together Zheng Zhiqing, Wang Yuanrong, Li Huang... and many other figures, their clothes fluttering in the wind.

In front of them,

An emperor in a black coat was carving an inscription on the stone tablet stroke by stroke.

At this time, Ying Fu had lost the ability to write the divine way. His strokes lacked charm and were not gorgeous enough, but he just used his fingertips to dip his own blood and wrote the last stroke seriously...

——The tomb of Prime Minister Han Shuzhi.

Ying Fu slowly stood up in front of the tombstone.

Ying Fu had seen Han Xiang's heart when he was taking the palace examination with him. He knew that Han Xiang followed him not just because of his personal charm...

Han Xiang was already old at the time. He knew that he could not accomplish anything great on his own, but if he could become Yingfu's crutch, then his life experience would change the fate of more people. What Han Shu was doing was not Yingfu, but humanity itself.

Therefore, it was never Yingfu who chose him, but he chose Yingfu willingly and devotedly.

Ying Fu chose this place for his tombstone. This location is right on the hillside of Wushan Mountain. From this angle, one can clearly see the entire Wushan town...

That was the town he risked his life to save.

Although this place is in a mess now, as long as people are still alive, high-rise buildings will be rebuilt here one day and it will become the home of the next generation. Yingfu hopes that Han Xiang can witness it all.

"I have done what I promised you." Yingfu looked at Han Xiang's tombstone and spoke slowly.

"Rest here... It won't be long before you see humans rebuild a tower here and regain their glory..."

Ying Fu withdrew his gaze and walked slowly into the distance, with the rest of his ministers following him in a mighty manner.

When Ying Fu met Han Xiang, there was almost no one available around him. It was Han Xiang who changed everything for him, brought his students to join him, and helped him rise to fame overnight. Now Ying Fu has grown into a mature man, but Han Xiang has left him forever.

"His Majesty."

Just as Ying Fu was reminiscing, Fu Kun suddenly spoke,

"We have found the girl. She is now on the fourth floor of the underground project... We have made arrangements. Do you want to pick her up and meet her?"

Ying Fu looked towards the Mid-Levels Hotel not far away.

He was silent for a long time, then shook his head:

"...No need."

"No need?" Fu Kun was stunned. "No, Your Majesty... You led the army in person and finally snatched her from the hands of death. At this critical moment, you don't even want to see her?"

"Following me will only put her in danger." Ying Fu paused for a moment.

"Staying in the underground project and living a safe and happy life with her father is the life that belongs to her... If that's the case, why bother seeing each other again?"

Fu Kun opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Ying Fu did not look back.

He took one last look in the direction of the Mid-Levels Hotel, then, step by step, his figure disappeared in the hazy rain.

……

rustle……

On the other side, as the same stone shovel was driven into the ground, handfuls of soil were turned over, and a grave gradually took shape in an unattended corner.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

A weak cough echoed among the ruins.

"What are you doing?" At this moment, a figure wearing a bright red opera robe suddenly appeared on the opposite side of the grave.

Chen Ling frowned and looked at Sun Bumian, who was digging the soil with a shovel in front of him, with a very puzzled tone.

Sun Bumian coughed a few more times, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked up at Chen Ling with a pale face, and smiled helplessly.

"It's obvious...I'm dying and I'm digging my own grave."

Chen Ling was stunned.

In his mind, the image of Sun Bumian's haggard figure suddenly appeared after he kicked Zhuzai over...

"Is it the backlash of the power just now?"

“Not really.” Sun Bumian shook his head. “In this life, I have overdrawn a lot of the power accumulated in past reincarnations, so it’s time for me to fall into a deep sleep in advance…”

Chen Ling thought that the price of Sun Bumian's overdrawn strength would be very high, but he didn't expect that it would only last for a short while before he fell into a deep sleep...

"So, when can you wake up?"

"I have been hurt too badly in this life. I may have to sleep for a longer time, at least a few decades, at most hundreds of years... Who knows." Sun Bumian shrugged.

"so long?"

The average human lifespan is only this long, which means that when Sun Bumian wakes up next time, everything will have changed... And by this calculation, when he wakes up, the world will have entered the Nine Lords Era.

"Isn't it because of you? If it wasn't for helping you, I wouldn't have..." Sun Bumian glared at Chen Ling angrily.

“Damn it, aren’t you a time traveler? When we meet again in the future, you’d better be nice to me. I’m your savior!! Otherwise, I will… cough cough cough cough…”

Sun Bumian was halfway through his speech when he hunched over in pain and started coughing violently... The scarlet blood was coughed into the grave, which looked horrifying.

Sun Bumian seemed tired. He threw the shovel to Chen Ling and sat down weakly beside him...

"You, help me dig a grave."