I'm not a drama god

The colorful flames burned fiercely beside Sun Bumian.

After kicking a crack in the foundation of the Ghost Dao, Sun Bumian's demigod power was still very stable, but he did not continue to maintain it. Instead, he muttered to himself:

"If you borrow, you must return. It will not be difficult to borrow again..."

"Although this kick didn't consume too much energy, it's been accumulated for thousands of years, so I'd better save as much as possible... Damn it, but this feels really good."

Sun Bumian was still enjoying the long-lost demigod power. He had been a coward for so long in this life, and finally he had a great time, but unfortunately it only lasted three seconds.

He actually still had a lot of reincarnation power, but if he maintained it forcibly now, it seemed to be of no use except to show off in front of Chen Lingjian Changsheng... Sun Bumian wanted to continue pretending, but he was also a miser, and he could not accept squandering his thousand years of accumulation like this.

Sun Bumian actively suppressed the seven-colored flames on his body. The power that had gathered in his body began to disperse back into the various reincarnation shadows around him. At the same time, his rank began to gradually fall...

Ninth level, eighth level peak, eighth level mid-level, eighth level...

Sun Bumian originally wanted to return his rank to its original state, but after hesitating for a moment, he directly absorbed a part of the power of reincarnation and stabilized his rank at the edge of the eighth level.

He did have Demigod Experience Cards, but each use consumed a significant amount of energy. Rather than using this trump card, it would be better to enhance his basic combat power, allowing him to more easily deal with more troubles. Furthermore, if someone else were to ascend to Demigod of Drama in the future and take that position, then no matter how much Samsara Power he possessed, it would be useless.

Sun Bumian felt a little regretful about his rank falling, but that was all...

But the outside world was in chaos for a while.

……

"The position of the Demigod of Drama is vacant again??"

"This newly promoted demigod of drama died too quickly!"

"Could it be that we encountered an extremely powerful enemy?"

"But even if it's a world-destroying disaster, it can't kill a demigod in three seconds, right?"

"Alas, even a demigod of drama, his life is as fragile as paper..."

The crowd, who had just been surprised and astonished by the appearance of a new demigod in Xishendao, immediately bowed their heads and began to mourn for the "prematurely deceased" demigod.

The clown on top of Ugly Peak once again looked in that direction...

He scratched his head with both hands, his eyes becoming more and more confused.

"Aiya (Makina)."

The clown muttered, lowered his head and continued to hit the stone.

……

Inside the Temple of the Dead.

Sun Bumian groaned and almost fell to the ground.

If Sun Bumian hadn't expended a large amount of his reincarnation energy to consolidate his rank, he would have been forced into a deep sleep again. But even if he managed to overcome the side effects of the deep sleep, the intense feeling of weakness still made him extremely uncomfortable...

He leaned against the wall and slowly sat down, breathing heavily as he struggled to pick up the small round sunglasses that had been thrown aside...

"If I had known I wouldn't have thrown it so far..."

Sun Bumian felt a little regretful.

On the other side of the temple,

A figure covered in blood staggered to his feet from the ground.

As soon as Jian Changsheng supported his body with his feet, a piercing pain emerged from his body, and he couldn't help but grimace in pain.

Although Chu Muyun helped him rebuild his body frame, the wounds in his body still needed to heal slowly, and the pain of bone fragments piercing into his flesh was unavoidable for a while.

"Hongxin, are you okay?" Jian Changsheng looked at Chen Ling who was closest to him.

At this time, Chen Ling was lying peacefully on the ground, with a folded red paper umbrella beside her. Her eyes were closed, as if she was asleep.

"I'm fine, just a little exhausted." Chen Ling answered with his eyes closed, "While Guidao hasn't recovered yet, go do your own thing first."

Jian Changsheng was slightly stunned.

Seeing that Jian Changsheng didn't move, Chen Ling continued, "Aren't you going to look for that ancient well? It's right behind."

After Sun Bumian kicked Dao Ji, Gui Dao's gaze also disappeared temporarily, as if it was directly kicked to a standstill... But it is estimated that it will regain consciousness soon. Jian Changsheng wants to see his deceased relatives, and now is the best time.

Jian Changsheng silently clenched his fists, his eyes looking somewhat complicated...

A few words he said in the Imperial Dao Ancient Treasures brought the 6th generation here. From the Ghost Gate to the present, Chen Ling was overdrawn, Jiang Xiaohua was seriously injured, and Sun Bumian was paralyzed... But even so, Chen Ling did not forget the agreement between them.

Guilt, helplessness, self-blame, all kinds of emotions rose from Jian Changsheng's heart, and he was speechless for a while.

Chen Ling seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and closed her eyes and spoke again:

"We're here for the Dao Foundation fragments this time, and taking you to find the ancient well is just a side trip... If you want to go, go quickly. We finally got through here, it would be a shame not to take a look."

Jian Changsheng took a deep breath, put those emotions aside for the time being, and answered seriously:

"I'll be back soon!"

He limped towards the back of the temple.

Chen Ling listened to Jian Changsheng's footsteps gradually fading away, and his breathing became steady and long again. He tried to recover some of his strength in the shortest possible time... Otherwise, no one would be able to carry him out in a while.

At this moment, he felt a faint and familiar gaze looking at him from the void...

That is the way of ghosts.

In just a dozen seconds, it regained some consciousness.

But Chen Ling could feel that Guidao was still a little weak at this moment, and the look in his eyes when he looked at him did not seem so hostile... He had indeed intervened in the affairs of the world of the living before, and with this "cause" in the past, it was reasonable for him to suffer the "consequences" brought by Chen Ling and others. He could not refute Chen Ling's logic, nor was he able to do anything else.

Chen Ling slowly opened his hazy eyes a little, as if looking directly at it from a distance, and spoke softly:

"You still don't believe it, do you?"

"Then just watch..."

"As long as I'm here, as long as the Twilight Society is here... humanity won't lose."

Chen Ling silently clenched the ghost fragment in his hand.

……

Jiang Xiaohua dragged her mutilated body with bandages and staggered out of the Temple of the Dead.

He stared at Chu Muyun who was sitting at the door, and shook his hands that looked like they were cut into bacon. Wrapped in bandages, he looked like a humanoid monster pieced together.

"Senior... help me." Jiang Xiaohua shouted softly.

When Chu Muyun saw Jiang Xiaohua's miserable condition, his face suddenly changed!

He immediately rushed forward:

"What happened? Is the injury so serious?"

Before he finished speaking, Chu Muyun had already taken out a hammer and started hammering on Jiang Xiaohua's stump like a carpenter, piecing it back to its original shape bit by bit.

"It's okay..." Jiang Xiaohua smiled.

"After all, we won."