I'm not a drama god

"There was one left..."

Chen Ling murmured to herself.

Chen Ling thought he was going to waste a chance to win a prize, but unexpectedly, Jiang Er's abilities didn't seem to be rejected by the world... leaving him a glimmer of hope.

With only one card left, though incomplete, it was better than nothing. With this in mind, Chen Ling reached for the card.

Skill: [Spirit Field]

"Belonging: ???"

Character: Jiang Er.

As the information contained in the card flooded into Chen Ling's mind, his eyes visibly lit up!

That's it!!

After digesting the abilities related to the spirit field, Chen Ling quickly returned her consciousness to reality.

He stood on the grassland under a sky full of stars, looking back at the house with its colorful flags fluttering. He gently raised his hand, and a strange power spread outwards...

……

"Junior Brother has been gone for so long, why hasn't he returned yet?"

Luan Mei looked out the window, which was shrouded in night, and spoke with some concern.

“No need to worry,” Ning Ruyu said with a light laugh. “This is the Ancient Treasure of the Dao of Play, he is absolutely safe… and even outside, with Junior Brother’s current strength, there are few who can threaten his life.”

"Too……"

A crisp sound of a spatula hitting the ground came from the kitchen.

bang-

Everyone turned around in confusion.

"What's wrong, Third Brother?" Ning Ruyu asked, getting up.

After a while, Wenren You emerged from the kitchen, somewhat absent-minded, and asked with a hint of disbelief:

"Am I hallucinating because I miss Lao Wu so much...? Just now, when I was washing the dishes, I thought I saw him in the water's reflection, hitting my head with scallions..."

Ning Ruyu: ?

Just as Mo Jiao was about to say something, everyone's gaze suddenly sharpened, and they all turned to look in one direction.

A very faint, wisp-like figure flashed past the kitchen, and by the time everyone looked again, it had vanished without a trace...

"wrong……"

"Someone?"

Ning Ruyu frowned, becoming extremely vigilant.

Even though they were all at the eighth level, they couldn't sense any fluctuations in their aura, as if what they had just witnessed was just an illusion... But it was almost impossible for all four of them to have an illusion at the same time.

Just as the atmosphere inside the room reached its peak of tension, a short figure with white ash smeared on his nose suddenly jumped up in front of Ning Ruyu's reflection in the dark window and hit Ning Ruyu hard on the head with a bundle of green onions in his hand.

The scallion lightly brushed against Ning Ruyu, but she seemed to genuinely feel as if something had touched her. Seeing this, the clown immediately burst into laughter, rolling wildly on the ground like a cylinder…

"Fifth brother?!?"

All four exclaimed in surprise.

They looked down at Ning Ruyu's front, and there was clearly nothing there, but in the reflection of the window, they could clearly see the figure of the clown... At that moment, they all felt like they had seen a ghost.

Just as they were feeling lost, Chen Ling pushed open the door and entered.

He was carrying a radio that he'd apparently stolen from some movie. He placed it on the table and then bent down to carefully adjust something.

"Junior brother, what's going on?"

The senior brothers and sisters were so clever that they immediately realized that this was most likely the work of the junior brother.

“I told you, Fifth Senior Brother is right here.” Chen Ling looked up and chuckled. “I’ve already freed him from the realm of ghosts and turned him into a special magnetic field… He can move freely in the human world for a long time. He can’t be seen with the naked eye, but his presence can be seen through electronic devices and reflections.”

"As for communication..."

Chen Ling slammed her hand on the radio.

A series of buzzing sounds echoed inside the room, mixed with a familiar and clear voice:

"Eaaah——!!"

Upon hearing this voice, the four senior brothers and sisters were simultaneously shocked, their eyes filled with excitement!

They all turned to look at the clown's reflection in the glass. The clown seemed to realize that they could see him, and immediately ran to the glass, jumping and babbling as if to greet them.

"It really is the fifth brother..."

Ning Ruyu looked at Chen Ling with admiration: "Junior Brother, your methods are truly unfathomable..."

"That's good too. Although the fifth one in this world hasn't been born yet, the fifth one we know can always stay with us in the Ancient Treasure Trove of the Opera."

"Hmm...we'll need to add more mirrors to the ancient collection later."

"We should also prepare several radios and the like."

Fifth brother, are you hungry?

"..."

Several senior students immediately surrounded the clown, talking to him one after another. The clown stood obediently in place, responding seriously to each question with different "ee-ya" sounds.

Chen Ling smiled slightly upon seeing this scene.

Although it's impossible to immediately resurrect these people from the previous world, at least for now, they've been given some opportunities to move around... Moreover, judging from the results of applying a spirit field to the clown, the role this ability can play is definitely not just as simple as letting them chat and talk to others.

Chen Ling did not disturb his senior brothers and sisters' reunion; he quietly pushed open the door and went out.

The bright starlight twinkled silently in the night sky.

A gentle breeze blows, and the once empty grassland is now filled with figures.

They were either laughing and shoving each other, or rolling up their sleeves and cursing and fighting each other. These twenty-odd people gathered together in groups, and the noisy sounds echoed under the night sky!

"I'll say it again! I'm the third one to die! Not the second!!"

"Stop being stubborn. I watched you get contaminated by the curse and almost killed yourself!"

"But I didn't die immediately..."

"It's the 8 of Hearts! She's the third one to die!"

"You!!! Don't make false accusations!! I clearly held on for a long time..."

"Hmph, a bunch of weaklings... they're all just laughing at each other for the same reason."

"Hey J of Hearts, don't laugh, your knife was the first one to die in the whole game."

"you?!!!"

"..."

Without exception, these figures are all ghosts blessed by a spirit field.

The members of the Twilight Society, who had all died in the battle against the Disaster, reunited in the Sixth World and immediately began a detailed debriefing: who died the fastest, who had been slacking off, who had made the biggest contribution... At this rate, they could argue for another three days and three nights.

As the figure in the opera costume drew closer, the noisy crowd immediately fell silent, their eyes filled with gratitude as they looked at Chen Ling…

"Thank you, Lord Red King... for bringing us to the new world."

The crowd immediately changed their previous frivolous manner and bowed to Chen Ling with utmost respect.

"I will keep my promise to you, and besides..." Chen Ling looked at the group of dead before her, took a deep breath, and bowed in return.

“I am deeply grateful to you all for retrieving the foundation of the witchcraft for me.”