I'm not a drama god

South China Sea prison.

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Mo Yao walked to the window and slowly opened the wooden window facing the street. Accompanied by the hissing of old screws, a gentle breeze brushed against his cheek.

Mo Yao looked at the azure sky outside the window, took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a mysterious playing card. He looked at the card and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

——【8 of Diamonds】.

really……

That was not a dream.

He did indeed meet the mysterious woman in the black dress, and he did indeed successfully join the Twilight Society.

This is truly exciting news.

Mo Yao seemed to be in a good mood. He gently pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, left the window open, and walked down the wooden steps with light steps.

"Boss lady, give me a cup of tea, the tea leaves must be good."

Mo Yao seemed to live upstairs in a teahouse that was open for business. After going downstairs, there was a bustling teahouse. Although it was early morning, there were already many customers sitting by the window drinking tea and chatting.

The proprietress, sitting behind the counter fanning herself with a palm-leaf fan, raised an eyebrow and smiled:

"Oh, even the stingy one is plucking feathers now? What... is there some good news?"

"Yes, it is." Mo Yao paused for a moment, "but it's a secret."

"cut……"

The proprietress rolled her eyes and went to find tea leaves to make tea for Mo Yao.

Mo Yao found a corner seat and sat down. Immediately, he heard the conversation at the next table:

"Hey, have you heard? Ruoshui Prison has been overrun by calamity and has completely fallen!"

"Yes, yes, I heard about it too!"

"Oh dear, who doesn't know about this now... It's all over the streets, and it's all over the newspapers."

"But Ruoshui Prison was perfectly fine, so how could it suddenly disappear?"

"Don't you know? There's an organization called the Twilight Society that colluded with the Calamities from the inside, directly opening the outer walls of the prison and letting all the Calamities in!"

"It is said that the leader of this Twilight Society is called... Red King Chen Ling. He is a world-destroying calamity that has transformed into human form!"

"Yes, yes, yes! He's the one who mocks disaster!"

"Nine years ago, he caused a great disturbance on the Xuanwu Avenue in the Chengtian Realm, but was suppressed by His Majesty... Later, somehow, he managed to escape, and has held a grudge for many years. So this time, he directly destroyed Ruoshui Prison to vent his hatred!"

"The so-called Twilight Society is nothing more than an undercover agent planted in the human prison by this world-destroying calamity to bewitch people!"

"That beast deserves to die!! A world-ending calamity, and it still insists on pretending to be human..."

"From now on, we all need to be more careful. If we find any suspicious people anywhere, we must report it to Chengtian Prefecture immediately... Who knows, it might just be those world-destroying lackeys from the Twilight Society!"

"It's a pity about Ruoshui Prison... there are still millions of people living there."

"Fortunately, His Majesty is wise and powerful, and the people were evacuated in time; otherwise... the consequences would have been unimaginable."

"What a load of bull! What a bunch of crap, Twilight Society! If I ever run into one again, I'll beat them all up!"

"And that Chen Ling, he had better be honest and stop eyeing other places, otherwise... His Majesty will not let him off the hook."

"..."

Mo Yao's smile gradually disappeared.

Mo Yao was well aware of the Twilight Society's nature. Although he had only recently joined, a series of strange events had already occurred to him several years prior...

Perhaps others wouldn't believe it if I told them, but he had written letters to his past self from the previous world.

He knew the role the Twilight Society played in this world, and he believed that the Ruoshui Prison incident was definitely not as these people were saying.

But the question is, who spread these slanderous messages, and who is smearing Twilight Society in the public's mind?

Mo Yao only needed to think for a moment before she came up with the answer.

Putting everything else aside, the demise of Ruoshui Prison cannot be attributed to Ruoshui-jun reaching the end of his lifespan. If that were the case, the existence of other "lords" would once again come into the public eye, and they would realize a fact...

The prisons they inhabit will also perish upon the death of their respective "rulers" from old age.

Once such news spreads among the people, everyone will be terrified and unable to live a normal life. A large number of people will blindly try to rush into the Chengtian Realm, and society will inevitably be in extreme turmoil.

Therefore, the Chengtian Dynasty definitely needs a more reasonable explanation for the destruction of Ruoshui.

The Twilight Society is undoubtedly the best target.

But Mo Yao was still somewhat unwilling. The Twilight Society had become a rat that everyone hated, and the Red King had become the target of everyone's resentment and curses.

"Your tea."

At the same time, the proprietress handed over a steaming cup of tea.

"Thank you." Mo Yao bowed her head and took the money, then sighed.

"Why are you looking so downcast again?" The proprietress raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Sighing all the time will make you lose all your good luck."

"……fine."

Mo Yao naturally couldn't tell the proprietress her worries, so she took a sip of tea and fell silent.

Seeing that he didn't say anything and wouldn't want to make a fool of herself, the proprietress turned and left.

"The next second, she seemed to remember something."

"By the way, bookworm... your handwriting is so beautiful, why don't you try your luck at the Pu family's?" the landlady said, turning around.

Mo Yao was taken aback. "The Pu family? What's the point of taking a chance?"

"Don't you know? The eighth-rank patriarch of the Pu family seems to be nearing the end of his life... He left behind several calligraphy scrolls, and it's said that anyone who can imitate the spirit of any one of them will receive a million-dollar prize," the proprietress said, her eyebrows dancing with excitement.

"Now, it's not just in our South China Sea prison; people skilled in calligraphy are constantly coming to us from other prisons as well."

"Mo Yao was incredulous. 'Is that so?'"

"It's no secret that the Pu family has a patriarch who is at the eighth level of the Dao of Calligraphy, and it's no secret that he's old... But Mo Yao really can't understand how someone can spend their money just by copying calligraphy."

"Is the Pu family just too wealthy and powerful? And if such a good thing exists, why don't the Pu family members participate themselves?"

"Of course it's true!" The proprietress put her hands on her hips. "If you don't believe me, you can go and see for yourself in front of the Pu family's house... the queue there is so long it stretches into the street."

Mo Yao was somewhat tempted.

"It's not because of the so-called million-dollar prize. He's just curious about what the Pu family is really up to... If it's just copying calligraphy, it's too easy for him. After all, he's a master of calligraphy."

"I understand." Mo Yao finished her tea and stood up.

"I'll go take a look right away."