I'm not a drama god

Su Zhiwei was silent for a moment.

"This is an internal matter of Jiujun. I will find a way to deal with it."

Chen Ling naturally had no objection to what Su Zhiwei had said. She took a piece of beef from the pot, dipped it in sesame sauce, and put it in her mouth.

Gollum—

A clear sound of swallowing saliva came from behind.

Chen Ling turned around and glanced at the few people who were still sitting there solemnly:

"Mr. Hongchen is not a man-eating tiger, what are you afraid of? Come and eat if you want."

Jian Changsheng and others looked at Su Zhiwei, who was holding a piece of beef, smiled slightly, and motioned them to come over.

Jian Changsheng really couldn't help it. His injuries hadn't healed yet, and he had to do hard work every day. He hadn't eaten anything good. The aroma of the hot pot almost drew his soul away... He gritted his teeth, forced himself to sit down by the hot pot, and smiled awkwardly at Su Zhiwei:

"Excuse me...Mr. Hongchen."

Then he picked up the small bowl and started showing off wildly.

After Jian Changsheng started, Jin Fugui and Jiang Xiaohua immediately followed suit, the five of them surrounding the small table tightly. Especially Jian Changsheng and Jin Fugui, they frantically grabbed the ingredients in the pot like two starving ghosts, seemingly forgetting that the person sitting next to them was Hongchen Jun.

Su Zhiwei took a few bites with her chopsticks at first, but then she didn't see any cooked ingredients left in the pot. She silently put down her chopsticks and started drinking water.

Chen Ling originally wanted to kick these people under the table. After all, this was Hong Chenjun's base sauce, the ingredients, even the chopsticks and bowls belonged to him. Now they were snatching it away and he didn't even have a chance to eat it. What was going on?

But Su Zhiwei didn't seem to care about these things. She signaled Chen Ling not to worry about it and said softly:

"I'm full...Want to walk with me?"

"it is good."

Chen Ling and Su Zhiwei stood up from their seats, completely gave the hot pot to Jian Changsheng and others, and walked side by side straight along the river.

Bright stars twinkled in the night sky. Su Zhiwei hesitated for a long time before taking the initiative to speak:

"You are already preparing to overwrite the save file for the next world, right?"

"Yes."

"Have you...seen Yao Qing?"

Chen Ling was startled.

It seems that Su Zhiwei came to see him this time not only for Jiujun's "official business"...she also had some selfish motives.

"Ah."

Su Zhiwei pursed her lips slightly, as if she had many questions to ask and many things to say, but when they came to her lips, she didn't know what to say...

"You want me to keep him alive in the next world, right?" Chen Ling expressed her feelings.

"...From a selfish point of view, yes."

"Ultimately, he died because his lifespan ran out, not because he was killed by anyone... I can't help you with that," Chen Ling answered truthfully. "Furthermore, his efforts over the past few hundred years were all to extend your life... Humanity cannot live without Hongchen Jun."

"Maybe... there will always be a way?"

Chen Ling looked at the cautious Su Zhiwei and sighed in his heart.

"Dr. Su, you have to know that even if I saved Yao Qing in the next world, he wouldn't be the one you know. Even you in the next world... wouldn't be the same person you are now."

"I know." Su Zhiwei paused for a moment, "In this world, we are already separated by heaven and earth... I just hope that in the next world, I won't have too many regrets."

Chen Ling suddenly seemed to remember something and stopped.

"Do you...want to see him again?"

Su Zhiwei froze on the spot.

"……Can?"

Chen Ling raised his hand, and a red paper umbrella appeared in his hand. As the umbrella opened, a vague ghost slowly emerged from the void beside Chen Ling...

The moment she saw the ghost, Su Zhiwei trembled all over. She opened her lips slightly and called out the name in disbelief:

"Yao... Qing?"

"I snatched his ghost back from Guidao Guzang." Chen Ling said slowly, "However, because the soul was split in two, most ghosts don't have the ability to communicate. I can't guarantee whether you can communicate."

Chen Ling glanced at the time and did not disturb them anymore. Instead, he turned and walked to the other side.

"This is the world of the living. Ghosts have a limited time to survive outside the umbrella... You guys, hurry up."

After giving the instructions, Chen Ling's figure completely disappeared into the darkness.

Su Zhiwei must have a lot to say to Yao Qing. Although Yao Qing might not be able to answer, for her, it is already quite rare to see Yao Qing again... Chen Ling does not intend to be a light bulb.

After he left, Su Zhiwei stared blankly at Yao Qing in front of her, subconsciously raising her hand, wanting to touch the face engraved deep in her memory...

But the next second, her fingertips lightly passed through Yao Qing's body.

at the same time,

A faint, indistinct voice rang out from Yao Qing's ghost:

"Zhiwei...sister...sister..."

……

Chen Ling calculated the time, and when he came back after a stroll, Su Zhiwei was the only one left standing alone by the dim river, staring blankly at the ruins of the Tower of Babel in the distance.

Chen Ling didn't know what they talked about, but Su Zhiwei's expression seemed calmer and more peaceful than before. The remaining traces of tears in the corners of her eyes told of the past that belonged only to her and Yao Qing.

Yao Qing's ghost has been put into the red umbrella. After all, Yao Qing was not killed by Chen Ling himself, so he cannot be allowed to stay in the world of the living for a long time through the [Abyssal Ghost Degree]. If he stays in the world of the living for too long, his soul will be torn apart.

"Are you okay?" Chen Ling walked to Su Zhiwei and asked softly.

Su Zhiwei nodded.

Beside the shimmering water, Su Zhiwei tilted her head and looked into Chen Ling's eyes... Her eyes were sincere and serious.

"……Thank you."

"No need to thank me, you saved me once, this is what I should do."

"I have a question." Su Zhiwei paused for a moment, "If the world restarts, can your soul, the red paper umbrella, be carried to the next world?"

Chen Ling froze on the spot.

Chen Ling had never thought about this problem, nor had he tried it... The Red Kings in the past were not disasters, and did not have the skill of red paper umbrella, so they did not leave him any experience to refer to.

But logically speaking, the red paper umbrella is my skill, which is also a part of Mocking Disaster... If I restart the world myself, it should, perhaps, probably... not disappear with the reset of the world?

"I...I don't know either." Chen Ling answered truthfully, "I haven't tried it."

Su Zhiwei looked into his eyes, her expression becoming more serious. She then asked:

"If...I mean if..."

"If your red paper umbrella can carry the soul within it to the next world... does that mean that those who die in this world may be able to... be reborn in the next world?"