I'm not a drama god

"Why do you have to go against me?"

A figure in a Tang suit landed lightly on the roof. He looked at Xiaoji, the Ghost Dao envoy who was pursuing him relentlessly, his face full of fatigue and helplessness. "No one can use the Shinto, and you can't beat me in a pure magical battle... How about you take a break?"

"Who said I can't beat you?!"

Xiao Ji was a little annoyed. He took a step forward and his body turned into a ghost that flashed across hundreds of meters in an instant. He kicked Sun Bumian in the face with great force!

When it comes to secret techniques and magical powers, Xiao Ji is indeed no match for Sun Bumian, the ancestor of the secret techniques of drama who has honed his skills for thousands of years. After all, in a sense, the secret techniques of drama of the five generations of Red Kings were all taught by Sun Bumian remotely... In that case, let's just fight with our physical bodies to see who is better!

Sun Bumian seemed to have guessed that he would appear here. He blocked Xiaoji's kick with one hand, and then every joint in his body seemed to become a weapon to kill the enemy. With the posture of ancient martial arts, he chopped towards Xiaoji's face smoothly!

Sun Bumian's punches were too fast, and they were not ordinary martial arts. His every move and posture were like a lion fighting and biting the enemy!

bang bang bang-

The close combat with punches and punches made it difficult for Xiaoji to resist. He was not paying attention and was kicked in the crotch by Sun Bumian!

Xiaoji glared at her, "You..."

boom--!

Sun Bumian jumped up lightly, twisted his body suddenly in the air, and kicked Xiaoji hard in the chest again!

Xiaoji's figure was like a kite with a broken string. Sun Bumian kicked him off the roof and flew nearly a hundred meters away, landing in the ruins nearby...

"You only have the ability to [Stop the War], but you don't have the physical strength of the [Stop the War] master... How can you defeat me?"

"It's better to wait a few hundred years before coming back!"

Sun Bumian pushed the small round sunglasses on his nose and stopped chasing Xiaoji. Instead, he took advantage of the moment when Xiaoji was injured, turned around, and rushed towards the Styx with his Cloud Steps.

The most urgent task is not to get entangled with this ghost envoy. He has to cross the Styx as soon as possible and meet up with Chen Ling and the others.

Sun Bumian took the Cloud Step and moved at a lightning speed. By the time Xiaoji struggled to get up from the ground, holding his butt, Sun Bumian had already flown out and turned into a small black dot...

"Despicable! Shameless! Insidious! You have the nerve to call yourself auspicious!!"

Xiaoji cursed a few times, endured the pain, and staggered after him.

The River Styx was getting closer and closer in front of Sun Bumian.

He glanced at the faintly glowing River of Ghosts with a touch of emotion. This route was so familiar to him… He had crossed the River Styx countless times over the past millennia. Coming here was like coming home.

"Master..."

"Disciple is here to see you again!"

Sun Bumian plunged into the River Styx.

……

"Is this... the Styx?"

Standing at the edge of the dark ghost town, Chu Muyun looked at the mighty Styx in front of him and muttered to himself.

It was not until he really reached the edge of the River Styx that Chu Muyun saw how wide the river was. Even though Chu Muyun's vision was blessed by the [Secret Eyes], he could not see the other side of the bank at all... Countless ghosts were floating in the River Styx, like the quagmire of fate that all living beings could never escape.

Chu Muyun took a deep breath, repeatedly reminded himself in his heart not to open his eyes and look at the Styx itself, then closed his eyes and stepped into it.

A series of illusory ghosts passed through Chu Muyun's body like streams of water.

The moment he stepped into the River Styx, Chu Muyun felt a wave of emotions that did not belong to him. It was as if as those ghosts passed through Chu Muyun, their life's joy, pain, achievements, and regrets remained in Chu Muyun's heart like water stains.

In one step, Chu Muyun experienced the lives of at least a dozen people. Such dense and explosive information made Chu Muyun frown subconsciously.

No wonder Sun Bumian had repeatedly stressed that crossing the Styx was a dangerous undertaking, as the living would lose their way if they crossed it...

If one continues to be washed by such a high density of ghosts, a person with a weak will will probably lose himself very quickly, and be completely occupied by the endless stream of other people's lives, walking slower and slower, and eventually being completely trapped in the Styx.

Chu Muyun could only recall his past over and over again, letting it become an anchor to anchor himself and not be affected by the lives of other people. Then he continued to move forward, slowly moving towards the other end of the Styx.

Chu Muyun felt that his willpower was still quite strong, but the problem was that he had no idea how wide the section of the Styx he was in was...

He might be able to hold on for five or ten minutes, but if this section of the Styx takes half an hour to reach the end, then his situation would be extremely dangerous.

"Is it really just luck..."

Chu Muyun smiled bitterly, gritted his teeth and continued to move forward.

Chu Muyun was crossing the River Styx, but at the same time, he was also sensing the lives of the ghosts passing through him... as if he was looking for a certain figure in this vast sea of ​​people.

Chu Muyun knew that the probability was very slim. Even if the river basin he was in was the era of the person he wanted to find, as Sun Bumian said, there were so many dead in an era that finding a specific person among them was like sifting through sand in the waves.

But even so, Chu Muyun still didn't want to give up.

He silently tightened his grip on the translucent scalpel in his pocket...

"Chu Wenbin...I'm already here."

“If you have the ability…”

"Just come out and meet me again!"

The vague murderous intent was floating in the Styx. Chu Muyun needed to repeatedly recall his past in order to anchor his consciousness and not get lost. However, the more he uncovered those painful memories, the stronger his murderous intent became!

That person's appearance was gradually squeezing out Chu Muyun's other memories and occupying his entire mind!

Chu Muyun was frantically searching for the man's ghost in the River Styx. At the same time, the flow of ghosts in the area where he was was becoming more and more turbulent. With every step, Chu Muyun felt more than thirty lives. The more carefully he felt and searched, the stronger the impact of these people's lives on his consciousness.

Chu Muyun himself didn't realize that the deeper he went into the Styx, the worse his complexion became. Hatred and pain dominated his thoughts. His willpower didn't become a crutch to support him through the Styx. Instead, it became a deadly double-edged sword, pushing him gradually into the abyss of loss...

After an unknown amount of time, Chu Muyun stumbled and scarlet blood flowed from the corner of his mouth!

"Cough cough cough cough cough..."

Weak and painful coughs echoed continuously in the middle of the River Styx.