I'm not a drama god

The mortal realm.

Chu Muyun slowly placed the blood-stained scissors back into the metal tray, his gaze complex as he looked at the scene before him. The stench from the several corpses in the dissection room was becoming unbearable. He sighed softly and waved to Bai Ye beside him.

Bai Ye, with his hands in his pockets and leaning against the wall, snapped his fingers, and the corpse on the bed vanished instantly.

At this moment, Chu Muyun's face was as pale as paper, as if the simple work just now had exhausted him. He slowly sat down in his wheelchair, holding onto the table, and was just about to say something to Bai Ye when he suddenly started coughing violently.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

Crimson blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Bai frowned, produced a towel from somewhere, and handed it to Chu Muyun.

"Are you ok?"

"...It's alright." Chu Muyun shook his head weakly. "I can live."

Bai Ye looked at Chu Muyun's appearance and was about to speak when, as if sensing something, he suddenly looked up to the side.

A figure draped in a red theatrical robe with black patterns appeared like a ghost in the void.

"Senior Chu, what's wrong with you?"

Hearing Chen Ling's voice, Chu Muyun, who had finally recovered, was stunned. He turned his head and met Chen Ling's solemn eyes. After a moment, he smiled bitterly.

"How did you come?"

"I've come to ask you to help me save someone..." Chen Ling got straight to the point and recounted Kong Baosheng's story.

After listening, Chu Muyun's expression was somewhat strange. He and Bai Ye exchanged a glance and sighed simultaneously...

"I...can't save them."

"Even you can't save him?" Chen Ling was taken aback. "You're the miracle doctor of our Twilight Society..."

“Lord Red King, you overestimate me.” Chu Muyun smiled wryly. “Don’t even mention that I’m just a surgeon. Even a doctor who is truly skilled at dealing with viruses might not be able to handle this plague… It’s not that I can’t save them, it’s just that I need some more time.”

Chen Ling had already sensed that something was wrong with Chu Muyun's condition. He keenly noticed something in Chu Muyun's eyes and frowned as he asked:

"Senior Chu, what do you mean?"

“He’s using his own body to refine Gu,” Bai said directly.

Chu Muyun hadn't planned to be honest with Chen Ling so soon, after all, he was afraid that Chen Ling would stop him out of concern... But who would have thought that Bai Ye would just blurt out his secret as soon as he opened his mouth.

He glared at Bai Ye fiercely, knowing that Bai Ye was doing it on purpose.

"What?!" Chen Ling suddenly looked down at Chu Muyun.

Now that things had come to this, Chu Muyun could no longer hide it. He roughly described what he was doing, and Chen Ling's brows furrowed even more.

"Are you crazy?" Chen Ling couldn't believe what she was hearing. "No wonder you volunteered to come with us to the Ghostly Path Ancient Treasury... From the very beginning, you planned to make yourself a sacrifice??"

"I'm just doing what I can to find a way out for humanity."

"You... but we are the Twilight Society, and our goal is to restart the world, isn't it?"

Chu Muyun smiled slightly, "Of course we need to restart the world, but the Twilight Society is full of talented people, and restarting the world doesn't make a difference if I'm not one of them... And how many people can hold on for humanity a little longer during this plague?"

Chen Ling looked at Chu Muyun in the wheelchair and didn't know what to say for a moment.

He should have realized it long ago. Chu Muyun had always been this kind of person from the very beginning… Back in the Aurora Realm, when he was just an ordinary person, he simply sent Chu Muyun a letter asking for help, and Chu Muyun came with his suitcase to provide free medical treatment. Every time he carried a hammer, he looked like a madman, but after smashing people into a pulp, he would always conveniently cure their hidden ailments, then dust himself off and leave alone.

Beneath that unapproachable exterior and menacing hammer lies a pure and fervent heart of a healer.

Chen Ling remained silent for a long time, then said, "I understand..."

"I need some more time." Chu Muyun looked down at his mutilated body. "Once I find the antidote that can save these people, I will present it to Lord Red King as soon as possible."

Now that things had come to this, Chen Ling could do nothing to stop Chu Muyun. She could only ask Bai to protect him properly before pulling her thoughts back from the storm.

When Chen Ling opened her eyes again, she was still in the quiet room.

He sat motionless in the deathly silence for a long time, like a statue, then slowly stood up and walked step by step to the balcony of the room...

Currently, the person in the entire Twilight Society most likely to save Kong Baosheng is temporarily unable to act. All they can do now is wait... wait for Chu Muyun to truly find a cure for this great plague.

Chen Ling stood behind the railing on the second floor of the opera house, looking down at this realm shrouded in hunger, plague, and despair, and sighed softly:

"The worst of times... can't be any worse, can it?"

……

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

"Enter."

As a weary voice sounded, the office door slowly opened.

Li Qingshan walked step by step through the window that was nailed shut with wooden planks. The slivers of light shining through the gaps in the planks were like tiny, scattered lightsabers piercing the darkness, filling the oppressive and dull office.

In the center of this sealed office, a pair of bloodshot eyes silently opened.

"It's you." Zangyun Jun smiled helplessly when he saw the person who had arrived. "Is there any good news?"

Li Qingshan quietly looked at the man who was almost driven mad, and after a moment of silence, slowly uttered three words:

"he came."

Zangyun Jun's pupils contracted slightly.

Where...is he?

"Do you want to see him at Jinghong Tower?"

Zangyun Jun fell silent. No one knew what he was thinking at that moment, but after more than a minute, he finally shook his head.

"No...it's too early to go now."

"Weren't you waiting for him? Now that he's here, why are you complaining that it's too early?" Li Qingshan frowned slightly.

Cangyun Jun did not answer, but leaned back in his chair, and asked in return:

"Have you found any clues about the calamity?"

“…We’re still looking.” Li Qingshan shook his head. “It’s hidden too deep. We can only be sure that it’s hiding underground in the Hidden Cloud Realm…but it’s hard to pinpoint its exact location.”

"Didn't I teach them to first perform a rough identification based on the degree of crop decay in different regions?"

“They did do that, but it doesn’t seem to have been very effective… I don’t know the specifics.” Li Qingshan glanced at him helplessly. “Mr. Qi, I’m just an actor who came to help out. I don’t understand your calculations and formulas.”

"Never mind, let them report to me themselves in a bit."

Zangyunjun waved his hand and said.

Upon seeing this, Li Qingshan turned around and prepared to leave.

But just as he was about to push open the door and leave, Cangyun Jun's slightly hesitant voice came from behind him again:

"You and him are good friends, right?"

"Could you tell me... what kind of person he is?"