I'm not a drama god

[divination of good and bad luck·division of Jing].

In an instant, the good and bad energies around Sun Bumian were stripped away and separated. All the golden auspicious energy poured into the lion headgear, while all the black bad energy entered his own body...

The Ghost-Mocking Abyss is originally a very dangerous place. After Sun Bumian absorbed the evil spirit here, his aura continued to rise, and he also reached a level close to the seventh level!

Exuding a terrifying aura, he raised his hand and grabbed directly at the shadow giant's head!

One sword, one palm;

At this moment, Jian Changsheng and Sun Bumian both used their most powerful killing moves at the moment!

As the two streams of light approached, the black shadow giant was actually split into two, with two heads and four arms, facing one sword and one palm respectively. The black aura of destruction was like a rolling black cloud, submerging the two men!

boom--! ! !

A deafening roar came from the sky. Jiang Xiaohua, who was pretending to be dead, looked up silently, then buried his face in the soil.

The loud noise in the sky lasted for several seconds, and a painful groan was heard first, followed by a miserable sword sound across the sky. A dim long sword flew out of the black cloud and embedded itself into a stone cave on the cliff with a clang, almost splitting a sleeping venomous snake in half.

The rolling black clouds gradually dissipated, and the body of the black shadow giant disappeared.

The dark robe fluttered in the wind. Chen Ling was suspended in the air, holding the knocked-out Sun Bumian in one hand and Jian Changsheng who had fainted from exhaustion in the other. He glanced at the two unconscious people in his hands and raised an inadvertent smile at the corner of his mouth.

The brutality and fighting spirit in the scarlet eyes gradually faded away... and the bright red robe regained its color.

"Really... not strong enough to withstand a beating."

Chen Ling waved his hands and threw the two men directly onto the backs of two centipedes at the door. They were like two pieces of hard bacon, motionless.

Chen Ling slowly descended from the air, walked to Jiang Xiaohua who was still pretending to be dead, and patted his shoulder:

"Stop pretending, it's over."

The Jiang Xiaohua cricket pupated for a while, and finally pulled its head out of the soil. Dirt debris fell from its snow-white hair, and its eyes looked at Chen Ling eagerly:

"do not fight?"

"…No more fighting, they've fainted."

"Then I...will leave too?"

"Well, go with them."

Jiang Xiaohua nodded, got up from the ground, and saw the two people lying neatly on the backs of their respective centipedes. She walked towards the back of the last centipede quite consciously.

The moment he stepped onto the centipede's back, the centipede's body shook noticeably, as if it was almost crushed... Fortunately, Chen Ling specially picked a stronger centipede for Jiang Xiaohua, otherwise there would be no way to carry him out of the Ghost-mocking Abyss.

"Plum blossom." Chen Ling suddenly spoke.

"Huh?" Jiang Xiaohua, who had just climbed onto the centipede's back, looked back in confusion.

"Who are you exactly?"

Jiang Xiaohua blinked and said, "I am Jiang Xiaohua."

"I know, what I mean is..." Chen Ling opened his mouth, as if he found it difficult to explain his problem to Jiang Xiaohua, so he simply changed the way he asked, "You have the same curse as me... Can you tell me why the curse of [Nuo] appeared on you?"

Jiang Xiaohua thought for a moment and said, "Help a friend."

"Help a friend?" These three simple words left Chen Ling confused. "What friend? How do you help?"

"Friends are friends... He is very similar to you, Hong Xin." Jiang Xiaohua paused for a moment.

"But you are different."

Chen Ling wanted to ask something else, but Jiang Xiaohua had already sat cross-legged on the centipede. He looked at Chen Ling and couldn't help but speak again:

"Hearts...I want to drink."

Chen Ling had the question on her lips, but after hesitating for a moment, she didn't ask it.

He nodded,

"Come here, bring me a jar... no, three jars of Five Poison Wine."

At Chen Ling's command, the poisonous insects around him immediately went to get him some wine. Chen Ling himself walked to the side of the frightened poisonous snake, casually pulled out the long sword that had been knocked away, and put it back on Jian Changsheng.

After a while, three jars of five poisonous wines were tied tightly to the centipede, making it look bloated and a little funny.

"Is that enough?" Chen Ling asked.

"That's enough hearts. There are too many." Jiang Xiaohua nodded repeatedly.

"It will probably take a while for them to wake up. You'll have to protect them on the way." Chen Ling paused for a moment. "When they wake up, I have a few words for them. Please convey them to them..."

After Chen Ling finished speaking, Jiang Xiaohua hummed, "I'll remember that."

"Okay, let's go."

Jiang Xiaohua sat on the centipede, waved to Chen Ling, and suddenly asked:

"Hearts...we'll meet again...right?"

Chen Ling was slightly startled.

After a moment, a smile appeared on his lips, "I will."

"Oh...bye."

The three centipedes carried the unconscious Jian Changsheng and Sun Bumian, and Jiang Xiaohua, who had already begun to secretly drink the Five Poison Wine, and left the Ghost-ridiculed Abyss. Their huge figures gradually disappeared on the cliff.

Chen Ling just stood there quietly, watching them go away, until she could no longer see their shadows, and she did not leave...

He stood there like a sculpture, motionless.

After an unknown amount of time, he spoke in a deep voice:

"Wu Yi."

Hearing Chen Ling's call, Wu Yi immediately crawled out of the ground and waited respectfully beside him.

"Take some of your men with you and destroy the terrain near the Ghostly Abyss." Chen Ling looked at the direction the three men left and spoke calmly, "The more chaotic the better. It would be best if they could never find their way back... Send some people to guard the periphery. If they get close next time, just drive them away."

Wu Yi tilted his head, his eyes full of doubts:

[My king, aren’t they your friends? ]

"It's not a good thing for a great hero in the human world to get too close to a world-destroying disaster." Chen Ling slowly closed his eyes and smiled bitterly, "The most murderous things in this world are rumors and human hearts..."

He brushed his scarlet sleeves, turned around and walked towards the dim underground palace alone...

Without Sun Bumian's auspicious aura, the underground palace returned to its dead silence and coldness. Everything here was quiet, with only the sound of Chen Ling's footsteps remaining... just like when he first came to the palace.

But in various places in the palace, candles were still burning brightly.

That was the candle that Jian Changsheng lit last night.

Every night when he stayed here, Jian Changsheng would light the lights himself. The battle just now extinguished the candles in the restaurant, but it did not affect the outside.

But from today on, no one will light candles for him; no one will arrange auspicious signs; no one will sit next to him and clamor to drink with him... The companionship of these few days was like a dream in which the lonely king took a nap. When he returned again, it was as if nothing had happened.

Thousands of red candles burned silently, like the last light in the dark palace. The man in a bright red costume climbed the stairs along the flickering candlelight, casually picked up a cup of Five Poison Wine that he had not finished drinking, and drank it headfirst!

His Adam's apple rolled violently, and he poured all the wine into his throat in one gulp. He couldn't tell whether it was spicy or painful. But then, the illusory joy forcibly suppressed the pain...

boom--! !

He smashed the empty glass to the ground.

He stood in front of the empty and lonely throne with the sleeves of his scarlet robe spread out. He took a deep breath, and his inexplicable emotions surged into his heart with the help of the alcohol. He opened his mouth gently, and his sad and beautiful singing echoed in the dark and deserted palace:

"What do you mean by a python robe embroidered with gold needles and silver threads~"

"It's clearly a myriad of threads that are trapping the body!"

"The poisoned wine is filled with red-clothed tears..."

"The palace lights are burnt out... the old opera monument..."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

With a flick of her red sleeves, the thousands of candles in the underground palace were extinguished in an instant!