I'm not a drama god

With his mental and physical strength rapidly depleted, the blessing of the seven hammers that Chu Muyun had just given himself had reached its limit.

Chu Muyun's body began to become visibly weak. Under normal circumstances, this would not be too troublesome for Chu Muyun. He could just give himself a few more hammers and it would be fine. But now in this Styx, it became the final death warrant!

Chu Muyun's breath suddenly weakened, and at the same time, his consciousness began to become blurred, which was fatal in the Styx.

Chu Muyun could no longer hold on to the memories. His thoughts were gradually occupied by the rushing lives of others, just like when a dam collapsed, the raging torrent swept away everything and submerged it.

The rational instinct in his heart told him that things were bad and he had to leave the Styx immediately... But now he was in the Styx and had no idea how far he was from the other side. Even if he turned back now, it would definitely be too late.

"Damn..."

Chu Muyun's consciousness gradually sank into darkness. His legs softened, and he plummeted to the bottom of the Styx...

at this time,

A hand grabbed the back of his collar from above.

Then, a huge force came from above. Chu Muyun felt as if his body was being forcibly lifted up and directly out of the Styx. A hard and cold arm supported his body and slowly continued to move forward...

Chu Muyun was like a drowning man on a bamboo raft, greedily breathing in the air. Without the influence of those ghosts, his consciousness finally gradually recovered.

He looked down at his body...

A figure wrapped in bandages and with fluttering white hair came into Chu Muyun's sight.

He carried Chu Muyun on his left hand and held a chain in his right hand. The other end of the chain was connected to a very familiar soul in white. He stepped on the soul and it was like an electric speedboat, roaring and speeding across the River Styx!

Chu Muyun: ???

Isn't that Guidao Guzang's special envoy?

How did it become a mount? ! !

"Are you okay?" Jiang Xiaohua turned to look at him.

"Club 6..." Chu Muyun was slightly startled, "You...why are you here?"

"Oh, I thought the three of them all had trump cards and shouldn't need my help, so I asked him to bring me to you directly." Jiang Xiaohua shook the chain in her hand and answered truthfully.

Su Xi's eyes were wide open in the Styx, and he wished he could tear Jiang Xiaohua on his back into pieces. Fortunately, there was no real water in the Styx, otherwise he would be mumbling and cursing under the water.

"You dealt with the eighth-level envoy by yourself?" Chu Muyun was stunned for a while.

"As expected... none of you of the Sixth Generation are simple."

"I don't know either. During the fight, he insisted on using his soul to tie me up, but I ended up countering him." Jiang Xiaohua shrugged. "I think my luck is pretty good."

Chu Muyun:......

"You almost got lost just now." Jiang Xiaohua spoke again, "You shouldn't have taken the initiative to feel the memories of those ghosts. You're courting death."

Chu Muyun opened his mouth, "...I know, I just...couldn't control myself."

"You...want to find someone?"

"Ah."

"spouse?"

“…enemy.”

Jiang Xiaohua glanced at Chu Muyun's right hand which was always in his pocket.

Suddenly, Jiang Xiaohua seemed to remember something:

"You want to find someone... maybe you can ask him to help you find it."

Chu Muyun was startled when he saw Jiang Xiaohua's fingers moving so fast, and then his expression became a little strange...

Yes, if you want to find someone, the most convenient person in the ancient ghost collection should be the special envoy. As long as they think about it, they can capture the corresponding ghost from the Styx.

only……

"You have to tell him who you are looking for." Jiang Xiaohua spoke again.

Chu Muyun fell silent.

After a moment, he sighed...

"The person I'm looking for...is my father, his name is Chu Wenbin."

Jiang Xiaohua patted the back of Su Xi's head and said, "Did you hear that? Find Chu Wenbin."

Su Xi widened his eyes in humiliation and anger:

"I'm the special envoy of Guidao Guzang!! I can't possibly help you find someone!! Don't even think about it..."

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

As Jiang Xiaohua transmitted the curse again through the chains, Su Xi screamed miserably.

"Looking for it." Jiang Xiaohua said coldly.

“…” Su Xi wailed as he spoke, “There are more than 600 people named Chu Wenbin in this river basin. How am I supposed to know which one it is?!”

Jiang Xiaohua turned to look at Chu Muyun:

"You might need to be more specific."

Chu Muyun nodded slightly, a complex look appeared in his eyes:

"He... was a renowned doctor in the Wuji Realm. During that era, he combined the ways of the Witch God and the Way of the Medical God to develop a potent medicine during a major plague, saving thousands of lives."

Jiang Xiaohua was a little confused: "Your father is a famous doctor who saved the world? Then why do you... call him an enemy?"

"His special medicine was extracted through some banned experiments..."

"He first injects virus-carrying blood into the subject's body through an intravenous injection, causing the subject to become infected with the corresponding disease. Then, using some ritual instruments, he implants a witchcraft curse into the subject's body. By triggering a clash between the curse and the virus, he obtains antibodies. He then extracts these antibodies and makes them into a potent medicine..."

"And I am one of his experimental subjects..."

Jiang Xiaohua stood there in a daze.

"Surprised, huh? I'm his son, yet I became his first experimental subject... The curse and the virus fighting each other inside your body is excruciatingly painful. You can feel them tearing apart your internal organs bit by bit, eating away at your flesh like ants. Only in this way can the curse excrete antibodies against the virus."

"And he... he's been observing all this coldly. No matter how much I begged for mercy, he remained indifferent. He just kept perfunctorily promising me rewards to prevent me from having a mental breakdown."

"Until... the day I die."

Jiang Xiaohua was a little confused, "You... are dead?"

"Yes, I died." Chu Muyun replied calmly, "I was too young at the time, my body hadn't fully developed yet, and my internal organs couldn't withstand the backlash of the curse. On the sixth day... I died."

"Before I died, he stood next to my operating table, grabbed my hand, and stuffed a cheap drum he bought from a street stall into my hand..."

"And then said to me..."

"I've let him down so much."

Chu Muyun's breathing gradually became heavier, the murderous intent in his eyes drifted out again, and the hand holding the scalpel in his pocket clenched tighter and tighter!

"Then how did you survive?" Jiang Xiaohua looked at Chu Muyun in front of her, who didn't look like a corpse at all, and couldn't help asking.

"Later, I met a person... She found my body thrown in the wilderness. Perhaps out of pity, she... took my brain from my dying body." Chu Muyun paused for a moment.

"That person is now the 8 of Hearts."