I'm not a drama god

"You know what, it's actually quite convenient this way."

"Yeah... We won't be seen anywhere, and we can walk through walls at will. Won't we be able to roam freely in this human realm from now on?"

"When the mood strikes, I can even pretend to be a ghost on the radio to scare people, hahaha!!"

"We still need to be careful; we can still see quite clearly in the reflection of glass or a mirror."

"So what if they know? Can they catch us?"

"Among the various divine paths, there are many capable individuals who can manipulate souls. Don't be too arrogant. If you get caught, we'll torture you for the rest of your life."

"..."

As night fell over the grassland, the members of the Twilight Society continued their enthusiastic study of their own bodies.

Sun Bumian glanced around but found something was missing, so he walked straight toward Chen Ling.

"Hearts...and spades?"

"Isn't he here?"

Chen Ling was taken aback, and her gaze followed to the crowd. Sure enough, she did not see Jian Changsheng's figure in the noisy crowd.

His brows furrowed immediately: "Wait... let me look again."

Logically speaking, Chen Ling had already released all the ghosts that had recently entered the red paper umbrella, including all the members of the Twilight Society... and Jian Changsheng was the last one to enter the red paper umbrella. Chen Ling had sensed his presence before, so it was impossible for him to have disappeared into thin air.

But no matter how hard he searched the red paper umbrella, he couldn't find Jian Changsheng's ghost. It was as if he had passed through the red paper umbrella and vanished into thin air.

"How is this possible... He should have been brought into this world by me."

Chen Ling put down the red paper umbrella, her eyes filled with deep confusion.

He was certain that Jian Changsheng had been brought to this world by him, but... where could he go? Putting aside whether he had the ability to break free from the red paper umbrella, even if he did, why would he want to leave?

Could it be that something unforeseen happened during the world reboot?

Chen Ling's heart sank to the bottom.

Seeing the change in Chen Ling's expression, Sun Bumian guessed what had happened. He remained silent for a long time before comforting her:

"Don't worry... That guy may have bad luck, but he's tough. He must have been accidentally left behind somewhere in this world."

“Even so, without the blessing of a spirit field, he can’t stay active in the human world for long,” Chen Ling said in a deep voice.

"I'm afraid..."

Sun Bumian pondered for a moment, "How about this, you and I will join forces to perform a divination for him."

"it is good."

Chen Ling raised her hand and placed it on Sun Bumian's shoulder, instantly activating the [Soul Memory Technique].

The people, now in their soul state, cannot use their original divine powers, but Chen Ling can use the [Soul Memory Technique] to reproduce their abilities from their previous lives, including Sun Bumian's domain.

The two energies of gold and black circulated around Chen Ling, and the [Good and Bad Fortune Divination] was activated in a simplified way. Although it was not as accurate as Sun Bumian's own activation, it was enough to predict good and bad fortune.

Sun Bumian stood beside Chen Ling, watching the auspicious and inauspicious energies constantly shift and eventually converge into a hexagram, and fell into deep thought.

"...How is it?" Although Chen Ling could use her abilities, she couldn't interpret the divination, so she could only look at Sun Bumian.

“It’s a mixed blessing… He’s probably in some kind of predicament, but there shouldn’t be any major problems in the short term.” Sun Bumian said in surprise, “This is the first time I’ve seen this kind of divination… I really don’t understand it.”

Upon hearing that Jian Changsheng's soul had not dissipated and that he would not be in danger in the short term, Chen Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

"Can……"

Where is he now?

Chen Ling frowned, her gaze seemingly trying to pierce through the night sky above, looking towards a distant place...

……

Aurora Prison.

In a lavishly decorated mansion.

A child dressed in a simple, tattered coat knelt by the bed, picked up a steaming towel from the basin, gently folded it into a square, and then carefully wiped it on a chubby foot by the bed...

boom--!

A foot kicked him hard in the chest, overturning him and the basin of water. The boy groaned and fell awkwardly to the corner of the room.

The sound of the basin hitting the ground followed, and the scalding hot water soaked the boy completely. Water droplets dripped from his hair, revealing his panicked eyes below.

The child was only eight or nine years old, his body had not yet fully developed, and he was curled up in a ball, like a wet ball.

"Idiot! Are you trying to scald me to death!?"

A skinny man stood up from beside the bed, his wet feet touching the ground. He walked step by step to the boy, looking at him arrogantly. "What, you're still not satisfied?"

"Don't forget, my Yan Family Bank is the biggest creditor of your Jian family. You, your father, and the residents on the street owe our Yan family money that you will never be able to pay back in your lifetime!"

"In this neighborhood, apart from Chengtian Prefecture, I, Yan Dongqing, am the only ruler!"

The young Jian Changsheng slumped into a corner, staring at the extremely arrogant Yan Dongqing. After gritting his teeth for a moment, he still stubbornly spoke:

"If you hadn't used those despicable methods, who would owe you so much money... You're nothing but bandits and robbers!"

Snapped--!

The skinny man flew into a rage and slapped Jian Changsheng hard, sending him sprawling to the ground in a sorry state.

"Stop your fucking nonsense! If you've got the guts, pay me back! Our Yan family has been around for hundreds of years. Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. You, a mere lackey, dare to point fingers at us?"

Jian Changsheng opened his mouth as if to retort, but thinking of the astronomical debt his family owed the Yan family and his seriously ill father, he swallowed his anger back.

"Go change the water for me, young master, and wash again!" Yan Dongqing snorted coldly.

Jian Changsheng didn't dare to say anything more. He supported himself with his thin arms and silently stood up from the ground. He first used a towel to wipe the water stains on the ground before carrying the basin of water outside.

The wind in Aurora Prison was very cold, and it stung the child's thin, damp body.

Jian Changsheng shuddered, lowering his head even further. A wave of grievance and pain washed over him, and tears welled in his red-rimmed eyes…

This child, no more than eight or nine years old, wiped away tears and murmured to himself:

"mom……"

"Little Jane misses you..."

"They all bullied me... Why... Why... I didn't do anything wrong..."

Jian Changsheng choked back sobs, afraid that others would hear. He wanted to be strong like a man, but tears just wouldn't stop welling up in his eyes.

A chilling wind swept through the empty corridor, freezing the child's tears into frost. As the wind blew up his clothes, he saw a figure appear before him like a ghost.

It was a black silhouette, without a physical form, but the murderous aura surging around him was like flames churning in the void...

The moment he appeared, the child Jian Changsheng was so frightened that his legs went weak, and the basin of water in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.