I'm not a drama god

"It seems that our Twilight Society is gradually being whitewashed." The girl shrugged.

"Ever since Lord Hongchen, Lord Cangyun, and Lord Lingxu awakened and took control of the human realm, the media's coverage of our Twilight Society has gradually become more neutral. I've looked through the newspapers over the past two weeks, and there's basically no mention of the Human Pact or the word 'wanted criminal'...

I thought that even if the realm's attitude towards us gradually changed, it would take some time to buffer. I didn't expect that today, Lingxu Jun would directly and openly propose to negotiate with the Twilight Society."

Chu Muyun carefully read the article many times and fell into deep thought.

"The current situation in the human realm is indeed dire... But I don't understand. We, the Dusk Society, only have a few dozen people. Are we really that important in the eyes of Lord Lingxu?"

"Maybe he's not coming for us?" asked the girl, Heart 8.

"You mean... for the new Red King?"

"Yes, the new Red King had just taken office when Lord Lingxu proposed a meeting. Perhaps they already knew each other?"

"But if that's the case, wouldn't he just invite the Red King directly? And it would be best if he did it secretly. Why make it so public?" Chu Muyun paced around the room and suddenly said, "Do you think this could be a..."

"Hongmen Banquet?"

The 8 of Hearts immediately followed up with the second half of the sentence, then clapped his hands, with an expression of "I thought so a long time ago".

"Right! This is so weird! They want us, the Twilight Society, to go to their headquarters for a meeting out of the blue... Who is Lingxu Jun? He single-handedly challenged the strongest of the Nine Lords who sealed Wangzai! If we really go, he alone can destroy our entire Twilight Society!

I think the talks are fake, and the real purpose is to find an opportunity to eliminate our Twilight Society, the unstable factor, in one fell swoop!

Humph... Does he really think that the members of our Twilight Society are fools?

He doesn't think anyone would actually go, does he?"

The Eight of Hearts crossed his arms in front of him, looking as if he had seen through the situation.

The corners of Chu Muyun's mouth twitched slightly. After hesitating for a long time, he spoke silently:

"……Hard to say."

8 of Hearts:…

Yes, but any other person with normal intelligence would see the danger of this meeting and avoid it...

It’s a pity… they are the Twilight Society.

What the Twilight Society lacks the least is talented people with unique ideas.

At that moment, at least ten people flashed through the mind of Heart 8. Those colleagues danced and cheered, "Great! It's the Hongmen Banquet!", and then rushed to the enemy's base camp excitedly... The one leading the team was the crazy Heart 9 who still had a dirty bomb hidden in his belly.

"Think positively." Chu Muyun added,

"The newspaper also said that this is an open meeting, which means there will likely be a lot of people watching... I guess Lingxu Jun also knows that if we directly invite the Dusk Society, we may not necessarily go. But if it is an open meeting, we can hide in the crowd and participate in the meeting in another way."

"That makes sense... so this isn't necessarily a Hongmen Feast?" The Eight of Hearts slapped his head. "This is too complicated... So, should we go or not?"

Chu Muyun pondered for a long time:

"Let's wait for news from the Red King."

"I have a feeling... this time, our new Red King is going to make some moves."

The 8 of Hearts nodded slightly. She was about to say something, but the next second, Chu Muyun started coughing violently.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

Heart 8 frowned slightly. She saw that Chu Muyun's face suddenly turned an unhealthy red, and there were some herpes-like things on the back of his hand, which looked extremely creepy.

She seemed to realize something, her face suddenly changed, and she walked straight into the room deep inside!

A hand instantly blocked her way.

"Don't go...it's contagious." Chu Muyun coughed for a long time before speaking hoarsely.

"Chu Muyun, you think you're an omnipotent doctor just because you have a broken hammer?" The Eight of Hearts glared at him, "You're just a surgeon, why are you meddling in other people's business?!"

"No matter what... I am also a medical god. Not to mention that curing illnesses and saving lives will help me advance... my professional ethics are here. I can't just watch people die in front of me."

Chu Muyun's complexion has gradually returned to normal, as if nothing had happened, and he smiled slightly at the 8 of Hearts.

"you……"

"Please go away. This is not a place for a brain doctor."

Chu Muyun waved his hand and ordered them to leave.

The 8 of Hearts stared at him intently, opened its mouth as if it wanted to say something, but after struggling for a long time, it slapped Chu Muyun's hand away in frustration and said angrily:

"Forget it, what does it have to do with me if you're courting death yourself... I'm telling you, Chu Muyun, you're my most satisfying creation! You'd better not get into any trouble..."

"Otherwise, even if you die, I will shatter your consciousness into pieces!"

boom--

The 8 of Hearts slammed the door shut.

As the room fell into silence again, Chu Muyun was stunned for a long time before he smiled bitterly...

He turned around and slowly walked towards the deeper room.

The dim light of the kerosene lamp swayed beside him. As Chu Muyun pulled open the plastic diaphragm of the deepest room, four beds emitting the smell of disinfectant were displayed side by side in front of him.

On every hospital bed, there is a terminally ill figure. Their symptoms are different. Some have high fever and fainting, some have ulcers all over the body, some mumble incoherently, and some have weak breathing... There are children, elderly people, and even pregnant women.

Chu Muyun put on a mask, picked up a miniature hammer from the table beside him, and walked slowly towards the patients.

……

In a hazy state, Mr. Han slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing that catches your eye is a clean and tidy ceiling. A breeze blows in from the open window, blowing the white gauze curtains on both sides fluttering. The sound of car horns is faintly heard outside the window, making you drowsy like white noise.

here it is……

Mr. Han looked down and found himself lying on a snow-white hospital bed. On the opposite wall hung a square black object, which was constantly playing color images. On the other side of the bed was a machine he had never seen before, which was constantly emitting a rhythmic "beeping" sound.

"Mr. Han, you finally woke up." A calm voice sounded from the side.

Mr. Han turned his head and looked.

A young man wearing a red theatrical robe with black patterns was sitting on a chair beside the bed, holding a fruit knife in his hand and patiently peeling an apple.

He saw Mr. Han wake up, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, white gauze curtains fluttering behind him, his smile peaceful and quiet.

Seeing that familiar face, Mr. Han's heart trembled slightly:

"...Chen Ling??"