I'm not a drama god

"They were all moved by the people from Ruoshui Prison." Lin Xi handed the newspaper to Li Shangfeng.

“Schools organize students to go on study tours, factories send workers to work outside the prison, and there are all kinds of tour groups that are unbelievably cheap… The number of residents in Ruoshui Prison now is probably less than half of what it used to be.”

Li Shangfeng took the newspaper and stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the dense list of cheap tour groups.

Putting aside whether travel packages should be published in mainstream newspapers, the prices listed here are simply outrageous... How can an ordinary family afford a luxury seven-day tour of the South China Sea prison for the price of four or five meals?

Li Shangfeng himself was eager to sign up and give it a try.

“These tour groups are definitely operating at a loss, and a huge loss at that,” Lin Xi said calmly. “There must be Ruoshui Prison and Chengtian Dynasty subsidizing them.”

"But...why are they moving people? Ruoshui Prison has done a good job of educating people about safety and refuge. If it's just to deal with occasional calamities, they shouldn't have gone to such lengths...Even if they send people out, they can't just not come back, can they?"

Lin Xi glanced at Li Shangfeng, "This is the most serious problem..."

“You mean…” Li Shangfeng seemed to have guessed something.

"Ruoshui-kun may be dying soon."

As soon as those words were spoken, the bench fell into a deathly silence.

Even if the Chengtian Dynasty has faded the existence of the Eight Lords in the minds of the people, it is impossible for the Twilight Society members not to know that the realm relies on the Eight Lords' domains... The frequent gray realm intersections and the large-scale relocation of people can only be explained by the imminent demise of Ruoshui Prison.

"No wonder they sent us to infiltrate Ruoshui Prison at this time..." Li Shangfeng muttered to himself, "So, it's to send off the Realm of Burial and prepare Ruoshui for burial?"

"This should be the first funeral service mission for the Twilight Society. I didn't expect that we would be involved so soon after joining." Lin Xi sighed.

Even someone as fearless as Li Shangfeng couldn't help but feel a little nervous at this moment... This was an entire prison, such a vast city, with millions of people. Before it, any individual seemed so insignificant. Could they really possibly send it to its grave so easily?

Li Shangfeng, a good resident who has lived on a remote street in Lin'an District of Chengtian Realm for more than 20 years, could not imagine what the funeral realm would be like.

Both Li Shangfeng and Lin Xi were somewhat silent at this moment. They needed some time to accept the reality that a realm was about to be destroyed... After all, nothing like this had ever happened in the past few hundred years.

The bench was quiet.

On the other side of the park, behind the fluttering white doves, a group of figures, resembling a children's choir, sang in unison. Their clear, crisp voices, accompanied by the sound of an accordion, echoed in the park.

"—A small paper boat, rowing its oars, travels to the ends of the earth, each to their own corner of the world."

"—A bamboo dragonfly alights on the eaves, while an old companion departs for distant lands."

"..."

Li Shangfeng turned to look at Lin Xi: "What are you thinking about?"

"If what we're witnessing is truly the final moments of a realm... then it's quite different from what I imagined." Lin Xi gazed at the tranquil park and the distant, seemingly asleep, bustling city, and spoke slowly.

"There was no panic, no turmoil, no infighting... Clearly, whether it was Ruoshui Prison, Chengtian Dynasty, the Fire Usurper, or our Twilight Society, everyone was huddled here, knowing that life in this realm was about to come to an end, yet no one started a war at this moment... Everyone just watched quietly, as if..."

Lin Xi paused for a long time before continuing.

"It's like..."

"It's like everyone is seeing off an old friend."

Li Shangfeng was stunned.

slam-la-

A young couple laughed as they scattered a field of corn kernels, and a flock of white doves took flight again, their feathers gently drifting down to the sound of singing.

"Small disputes fade away, minor misunderstandings turn to dust."

"Hand in hand, gazing out the window, waiting for the evening breeze to bring peace."

"—White doves, spread their wings, circle the clouds, and soar to the sky."

"The wind blows gently, rippling through the wheat fields; peace reigns in the world, and time stretches on."

……

Ruoshui Base, deep within.

Tiny bubbles slowly rose from the hibernation chamber.

In the dim light, the figure, suspended upside down in the hibernation pod, who had been asleep for over three hundred years, unconsciously furrowed his brow...

Immediately afterwards, an extremely faint cough broke the silence:

"……cough."

……

"Cough cough cough..."

A series of weak coughs echoed in the room.

"My lord!"

Jing Si, carrying a bowl of medicine, had just entered the room when he saw the elderly figure sitting by the bed, coughing violently. He was shocked and immediately went over to her.

"My lord, are you alright? Quickly... quickly drink your medicine."

Compared to three days ago, Lord Wei was now as withered as a candle in the wind. The constant premonitions had left him feeling completely drained, and he was visibly weak.

He coughed so hard he couldn't speak for a moment. He slowly took the medicine and drank it, and his complexion improved a little.

"My lord, you can't continue like this," Jing Si said anxiously. "If this continues, I'm afraid you really will..."

Lord Wei waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to continue.

Jing Si hesitated, wanting to speak but holding back.

Lord Wei sat by the bed for a long time, his gaze passing through the bedroom door to the front hall…

The tea table for guests is quietly set up in front of the open door. The dried fruit on the table has been replaced with a new batch. The tea in the pot is kept warm by the low fire. On the incense table next to the table, a pool of incense ash is scattered all over the pool.

Three days have passed, and still no guest has stepped through that door to visit.

"Jing Si... the incense has gone out, go and light a new one for me."

Lord Wei spoke in a hoarse voice.

Jing Si was taken aback. He turned and glanced at the incense table, which was covered with a thick layer of incense ash, and couldn't help but speak:

"My lord, it's been three days already, and the person you're waiting for still hasn't arrived... Do you really want to continue?"

"continue."

Lord Wei only replied with two words and then said no more.

Jing Si obediently went to refill the incense, then tidied up the empty medicine bowl before bidding farewell to the Marquis and leaving.

When the room fell silent again, Lord Wei glanced at the pendulum on the wall and took a deep breath... He mustered his spirits and activated the Divination Path, and profound and mysterious patterns spread through the void around him.

Time passed second by second, and as Lord Wei's mental energy continued to deplete, the flashing frequency of those patterns increased...

click-

Suddenly, a beam of blue light burst forth from nothingness, shattering the surrounding mysterious patterns!

As if some power that transcends all divination arts swept across the void on its own at this moment, Lord Wei suddenly opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of scarlet blood!