I'm not a drama god

Chen Ling didn't know what happened to Lou Yu, nor did he know how many times Lou Yu had activated the era archive at that time, nor did he know at which point in the future he was... But what he could be sure of was that Lou Yu at that time no longer had the slightest intention to kill him.

Of course, just because she didn't have murderous intent then doesn't mean she doesn't have it now, but Chen Ling is no longer the same Chen Ling who was once manipulated by others...

Now, he is the Red King of the Twilight Society and one of the chess players who has the power to subvert the world.

Even if this is a Hongmen Banquet, he has the confidence to go alone!

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Chen Ling said.

Seeing this, Sun Bu Mian stopped trying to persuade him. If it was Jian Changsheng who wanted to come to the banquet alone, Sun Bu Mian would most likely knock the reckless man unconscious and take him away. But now that it was Chen Ling who said this, Sun Bu Mian felt quite relieved...

"Then Meihua and I will continue to stand by here. If anything unexpected happens, we will rush over to help you destroy the Eternal Realm."

Sun Bumian patted his chest.

Chen Ling smiled slightly.

"it is good."

Chen Ling packed up briefly and set out to leave the Tianshu Realm.

The Eternal Realm is not in a fixed location. Lord Eternal Wuji directly suspended it in the sky, moving in real time... Ordinary people have no way of finding the location of this realm, but the letter in the box 8 has indicated the method to enter the Eternal Realm.

On a moonlit night, above the abyss.

The first half of the sentence represents time. If Chen Ling's calculations are correct, tonight is exactly the fifth day of the moon... As for "above the abyss", it is the location. Now in this world, there should be only one "abyss".

Ghosts mock the abyss.

This is also the reason why Chen Ling felt that Lou Yu would not have too strong hostility. If he really wanted to kill him, why would he specifically choose the base camp where his own combat power was the largest?

Even so, Chen Ling would not pin all her hopes on vague "guesses"...

He already had a preliminary idea.

Chen Ling slowly closed her eyes.

……

The eternal realm.

dungeon.

The candlelight hanging on the wall flickered silently, and the scattered glimmers of light dispelled the inky darkness. At the end of the long and narrow corridor, cells made of unknown alloy structures were stacked up.

There were quite a few people imprisoned in these cells, hundreds of them, and they all looked like civilians.

Unlike the dungeons in other realms, these hundreds of civilians are not detained together. Instead, each of them has his or her own cell, which is even equipped with a separate toilet, clean beds, and even velvet slippers... In terms of living conditions alone, it is even better than the current human realm.

The civilians detained there had no scars on their bodies, and they didn't even look haggard, but their eyes were filled with intense bitterness and loneliness.

As fully armed armored figures passed through the narrow corridor, the prisoners looked out from their cages, with a hint of doubt in their eyes.

The leader was a man in his thirties. The armor he wore looked somewhat similar to the armor of the knights who had once been responsible for guarding the Witcher Association in the Wuji Realm, but it was harder, lighter, and brighter... He stood tall and straight, walked with a brisk pace, and finally arrived in front of a cell door.

Dim candlelight flickered on the walls.

On the bed in the cell, a young man wearing a gray classical gown and gold-rimmed glasses was sitting cross-legged in meditation. He seemed to have noticed the arrival of everyone and slowly opened his eyes.

"Eight of Diamonds from the Dusk Society, Mo Yao." The man casually threw a pen into the cell and said in a deep voice, "You should write a letter."

Although the dungeon in the Eternal Realm is a single room, it is not soundproof. At this moment, the eyes of many people in the surrounding cells are gathered in this direction... These people look at Mo Yao with different expressions, and they all seem a little nervous.

Mo Yao lowered his eyes and responded calmly:

"I told you I won't write for you anymore."

"Mo Yao, just because Lord Wuji admires you doesn't mean you can refuse our request! It's been so many days, you shouldn't refuse our toast and then drink the forfeit!" The man seemed to have lost his patience, and his armor-covered arm hammered hard on the cell railing!

clang--!

The low sound echoed in the cell, and the expressions of the other prisoners became increasingly ugly.

Mo Yao remained unmoved. He didn't even glance at the pen. His gold-rimmed glasses slowly lifted up, his gaze calm and composed.

"My letters are a vehicle for conveying my thoughts, not a substitute for radio communication."

"You're just a messenger, and you're really so noble??"

The man's chest heaved violently, as if he was angry at the repeated offenses of the weak young man. He did not intend to continue "persuading him kindly" but instead gave a look to the men behind him.

His men immediately understood what he meant and sent people to blow out all the candles on the wall, plunging the entire dungeon into darkness.

The moment darkness enveloped everyone, the other prisoners were startled and shouted in panic, but as the armored figures slammed their fists on the cell doors in warning, the sounds gradually died down in fear.

Then, there was a sharp creaking sound...

Mo Yao could feel that the cell door in the dark was opened, and a tall figure walked directly in front of him, and a whistling sound of breaking through the air suddenly came!

boom--! !

Mo Yao felt a huge force coming from his cheek, and he was knocked heavily to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, waves of severe pain came from the abdomen, as if a heavy armored sharp foot was constantly kicking Mo Yao's stomach... But even so, Mo Yao remained silent.

"Why are you pretending to be so noble?! Lord Wuji asked you to invite the Red King to visit, but didn't you write it anyway?! It works when Lord Wuji asks you to, but it doesn't when I ask you to?? Do you look down on me?!"

“Will you write it or not?”

“Write or not?!”

puff--

Mo Yao spat a mouthful of blood on the ground, his grey gown was stained with blood, his messy hair hung on the frames of his gold-rimmed glasses. In the dim light, he remained silent.

The prisoners in the surrounding cells couldn't bear to watch any longer, and an old man couldn't help but speak:

"Isn't it true that the Eternal Realm allows prisoners to be imprisoned but not humiliated? You, a mere knight commander, are so disregarding the words of Lord Wuji?!"

"That's right! Wuji Jun set these rules himself. How dare you…"

boom--! !

"Shut up!" The man punched the cell next to him. "If anyone dares to say another word, I'll beat him up too!"

The man looked back at his feet, only to see Mo Yao still lying on the ground without a word, the anger in his eyes growing stronger. He grabbed Mo Yao's hair and lifted him up, about to say something else...

The next second, a voice came from the end of the dungeon:

"Lord Wuji has issued an order!"

"Immediately bring Diamond 8 Mo Yao to trial and have him meet Wuji Jun!"