I'm not a drama god

"Xiao Sheng, this is Guyu Street, the place where we've always lived."

"See that little green shop across the street? That's Aunt Liu's shop. Every time Mom took you to buy groceries before, we always went to her shop..."

"See that gray-white clock tower? Your brother used to go to school right under that clock tower."

"Now that your eyes are better, you can go back to school in a while... Then you'll be able to see what your brother's school looks like."

"..."

A hunched-over mother was leading a curious boy along the street. A-Qiang strolled leisurely beside them, occasionally chiming in with a smile, seemingly in a good mood.

“I don’t want to go to my brother’s school.” Xiao Sheng shook his head. “His grades are too bad. I can get into a better school.”

A-Qiang's expression froze.

"??? What do you mean? You're looking down on your brother like this?"

"Xiao Sheng is right. Don't be like your brother. You should study hard and you'll definitely get into a better university!" The mother's face was full of smiles.

Just as A-Qiang was about to retort, his eyes glanced at the flower bed beside him, and he suddenly paused slightly...

"What's wrong, Qiang?"

"Mom, I think I saw something disgusting pop out of the flower bed for a moment... and then it disappeared."

His mother followed his finger and looked in the direction of the flower bed. She saw that the few withered plants in the flower bed had rotted and broken at some point, and the soil inside looked like it had been turned over by something, emitting a strange stench.

A look of fear appeared on the mother's pale face. She instinctively pulled her two children back half a step, as if afraid that something might jump out from inside.

"Mom, you play with Xiao Sheng for a while, I'll be back in a bit," A-Qiang said, turning to his mother.

"What are you going to do?"

“Mom, if I’m not mistaken, monsters may have entered Cangyun again, just like before,” A-Qiang said seriously. “I’m going to tell the Cangyun government about this and make them take it seriously.”

"Qiang, why are you getting involved in this mess?" His mother seemed frightened. She held Qiang's hand and said earnestly, "Even if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. Xiao Sheng has only just regained his sight. Wouldn't it be better if our family stayed together?"

"Mom! This is a big deal! No matter what, I'm a person from the Hidden Cloud Realm. I can't just pretend I didn't see it, can I?"

After comforting his mother, Ah Qiang finally let go of her hand.

"It's okay, you guys continue... I'll go home and wait for you after you're done shopping."

After saying that, A-Qiang ran towards the direction of the Cangyun government without looking back.

As his mother watched him walk away, a sense of emptiness filled her heart...

"Mom... I'm hungry," Xiao Sheng said, shaking her hand.

"Sigh, let's go home then, we can wait for your brother to come back." The mother seemed to have lost interest in shopping, and after a few weak coughs, she prepared to take him home.

Just then, a child came running across the street, shouting:

"A play is about to be performed at Jinghong Tower!!"

"As long as you go to see a play, you'll get cake!!"

"First come, first served!! They'll be gone if you're late!!"

At the child's loud shouts, the windows of the surrounding lifeless houses were pushed open, and one by one, haggard and thin figures whispered among themselves, seemingly discussing whether it was true... After all, at this time, where could there still be cake?

Upon hearing this, Xiao Sheng suddenly stopped walking, staring longingly in the direction the child had run off to, his stomach rumbling.

Seeing this, the mother hesitated... She turned to look at her youngest son:

"Want some cake?"

……

Hidden Cloud Realm, outskirts.

"How are the preparations going?"

The butcher's figure passed by a group of augermen who were on high alert, and finally stopped next to the dark figure who was smoking a pipe and carrying a hoe.

"Almost there." The farmer opened his mouth, exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, and squinted at the ground beneath his feet. "This area of ​​land has been completely sealed off. Although it may not be able to stop the cataclysmic disaster, at least it will be tainted with its aura the moment it breaks the seal, allowing us to pinpoint its location."

"Then what happens next..."

"Everything is ready." A serious look flashed across the farmer's eyes. "We're just waiting for Lord Cangyun to arrive."

As soon as the words were spoken, the sky above them began to churn violently. The thick, sunless clouds suddenly surged like ocean waves, and a gust of wind, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, whipped up sand and dust, forcing everyone to squint...

A white-clad figure wearing a tie slowly emerged from the top of the sea of ​​clouds!

The aura of a Ninth-Rank Monarch was like a white ribbon falling from the sky, surging straight towards the earth!

"Lord Cangyun has arrived!" The butcher's eyes lit up.

"Do it!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the farmer immediately slammed his hoe into the ground.

The next second, the ground within a radius of several kilometers seemed to have been detonated by him, blasting open!

The earth shattered, and terrifying craters pierced through every corner of the ground. At the same time, in everyone's sight, a huge, dark blue, fleshy shadow burst forth from the ground, casting a terrifying shadow over everyone!

……

Jinghong Tower.

With Chen Ling's help, Kong Baosheng gently sat down in the first seat in the front row.

This theater was founded by Kong Baosheng himself. He had prepared many performances here, but this was the first time he had ever sat in the front row as an audience member... and at this moment, the seats around him were already full, waiting for him.

At this moment, Li Qingshan was at the door, talking to the guests outside, while the front hall was completely quiet.

“But sir… I can’t see.” Kong Baosheng pursed his lips and said softly.

When Chen Ling said he wanted to sing "Looking at Spring Terrace," Kong Baosheng was really happy because it was the first play he had ever written. He had never even dreamed of seeing Chen Ling and Li Qingshan return, let alone that he would see them return and perform his play in his lifetime.

But he was also in great pain. At this time when he should have been happiest, he could no longer see... He could no longer see the two gentlemen on the stage, and could only barely hear their singing and imagine what they looked like on the stage.

Chen Ling smiled slightly:

"Don't worry... I'll show you."

Kong Baosheng didn't understand Chen Ling's meaning, but then, the doors of the opera house were opened, and a large group of people rushed into the opera house, starting to look for empty seats in front of the stage...

Chen Ling patted Kong Baosheng on the shoulder, signaling him to sit down comfortably. Then, the figure draped in a red and black theatrical robe walked step by step onto the stage.