I'm not a drama god

When Jian Changsheng returned to the Temple of the Dead, his eyes were still red.

Jian Changsheng didn't like to cry, and he didn't want others to see that he had cried, because it showed his vulnerability. To this end, he even washed his face twice with the clean water in the tub before leaving the ancient well... But even so, those red eyes still made it clear that he had just cried.

Chen Ling and the others saw Jian Changsheng limping back and noticed the redness in the corners of his eyes. But this time, even Sun Bumian, who loved to joke the most, tacitly did not ask any more questions. Only Chen Ling frowned slightly and said:

"So soon? You can actually chat for a while longer... We still have time."

"We've finished what we need to talk about. If we continue, she'll start urging us to get married again." Jian Changsheng waved his hand, pretending to be indifferent. "Compared to these trivial matters, we have a more important mission to accomplish...right, Lord Red King~?"

Chen Ling:......

Seeing this, Chen Ling stopped trying to persuade him and stood up shakily from the ground.

"... Then let's go, it's time for us to leave."

Chen Ling's steps were slow, not because of anything else, but simply because he was dizzy and weak. Sun Bumian, who was standing beside him, was not in much better condition. He had to hold on to a nearby pillar to barely move forward...

Seeing this scene, Jian Changsheng almost laughed out loud!

A dignified Red King, a world-destroying disaster, and a thousand-year-old Deng, a demigod of the art of play, can only walk awkwardly holding onto the wall. Jian Changsheng certainly couldn't miss this opportunity, and laughed:

"Hey~ Where did these two old ladies come from?"

Then he limped and tried to catch up with Chen Ling and the others.

Sun Bumian's mouth twitched. How could he bear this kind of provocation? His scumbag Master Deng was probably watching from somewhere in the Styx. If he was laughed at by this cripple, where would he put his face?

Sun Bumian gritted his teeth and quickened his pace.

Jian Changsheng was about to overtake Sun Bumian, but as the opponent accelerated, his lame leg was no longer enough. He stared with his eyes wide open, endured the pain, and trudged forward, reaching out to try to grab Sun Bumian's shoulder.

Chen Ling:......

Chen Ling looked at the two extremely childish people and was speechless for a moment, but when he saw Jian Changsheng grinning and approaching him, he silently quickened his pace.

The door of the temple.

Chu Muyun, who had just barely repaired Jiang Xiaohua's body, looked up and saw three "zombies" with extremely uncoordinated limbs rushing out of the temple. They didn't say a word, but just rushed forward with their heads down. The scene was extremely weird.

Jiang Xiaohua, who had finally stood up, was stunned. Although he didn't know what happened, he still spoke anxiously:

"Wait for me!"

The mummy staggered into the battlefield.

Chu Muyun: ???

"Even Lord Red King can't do that? I easily surpassed him~"

"…Spade, your leg seems to be bleeding."

"Really? It's okay. It doesn't hurt at all."

"Damn you, Spade, you cheated! Why were you pulling on my shoulders?"

"Wait for me...wait for me!"

"..."

The River Styx flowed silently under the dim sky. Four figures staggered but chased each other forward. From time to time, a few complaints and murmurs were heard. In the desolate and silent ghost town, their figures were vivid and hot.

But their enthusiasm didn't last long.

Bang bang bang!

As Chu Muyun struck with a hammer, the four men were knocked down one after another. He pieced together four simple wooden carts from somewhere, and directly dragged the four men with ropes, moving forward along the bumpy road of the ghost town.

"A wounded person should look like a wounded person." Chu Muyun said with a serious face.

The 6 generation lay neatly on the wooden planks, their bodies constantly bumping against the potholes in the road. Although they were still a little unwilling to accept it, they thought that even the four of them combined might not be able to defeat Chu Muyun, so they could only behave like cargo to be dragged away.

The ghost town gradually disappeared from their sight. Indistinctly, it seemed as if there were three figures standing on the temple, looking at this place from afar.

"Are we really going to let them go like this?" Su Xi gritted his teeth.

Before leaving, Jiang Xiaohua released him. After all, the envoy was too weak to be of any use in the world of the living, and it would be a burden to bring him along... Of course, before leaving, Jiang Xiaohua still cast several curses on him, leaving him with no strength to chase or resist.

Liu Lian stood by, watching the figures going away, his eyes were somewhat complicated:

"The ghosts don't even bother to pursue this matter, so why should we continue to bring bad luck upon ourselves? We'd better send these plague gods away as soon as possible."

"That Chen Ling spared our lives, so naturally we must repay them." Chikou snorted coldly, "This is our karma."

"It's a pity for Daan..."

"Bai Qi's soul has been scattered, and this karma is completely resolved... In the long years to come, a new 'Da'an' will appear, but it may not be human. Perhaps... some new life form? That depends on who the new masters of the world of the living will be."

"Do you still think that humans can't survive this disaster?"

Su Xi looked at the figure in the robe going away and hesitated for a long time.

"Maybe... it's not hopeless?"

……

Tianshu realm.

It was a mess of ruins, as if it had just experienced a great battle. Su Zhiwei was still wearing the same training clothes, standing there calmly. Hongxiu and Lu Liangren flew from the direction of the Tianshu base ruins in the distance.

"How is the case with Wang Jian being handled?" Su Zhiwei asked.

"Fortunately, you were gentle. We found someone to treat him, so he won't die for now." Lu Liangren smiled. "He's been detained in the base now. I've set up many traps around him, so he won't be a problem."

"We found this on him."

Hongxiu handed a small golden gourd to Su Zhiwei.

Su Zhiwei opened a corner of it, took a look, and a look of surprise appeared on his face...

As a modern person, Su Zhiwei did not know the secret of the resurrection of demigods, but since Wang Jian took so much effort to bring these things out from the ancient ghost collection, they must be very important. She hung the small golden gourd around her waist.

"I'll keep it myself."

"Lord Hongchen, should we withdraw all our men?" Lu Liangren said, pointing at the figures still surrounding Guidao Guzang.

Su Zhiwei nodded and was about to say something when the ground beneath his feet began to shake again!

It seemed as if something was rising rapidly from the ground!

"Is there anyone else?"

Su Zhiwei frowned.

The faces of the many figures surrounding the entrance all turned serious at the same time, looking down at their feet, ready for battle!

boom--! !

A dull roar was heard, and a figure slowly emerged from the flying dust...