I'm not a theatre god

These embroidery silks come from every corner of Liu Town.

They were once a willow tree, a piece of bluestone, a peach blossom, and a river here. They were like an exquisite embroidered picture, folded and gathered at this moment, floating into the Soviet house from the "window"-like frame.

If you look down at Liu Town at this moment, you will find that the entire Liu Town has disappeared, as if someone dug the town out of the ground. Even the buildings have been hollowed out, leaving only a patch of fine walls and pots and bowls. Ladle pots and other traces of life.

Everyone in the Dusk Club who was still in the courtyard felt their eyes blurred, and everything around them changed beyond recognition. Only a few of them were left standing alone, with only desolate ruins left around them.

"What is happening??" Jian Changsheng's eyes widened in disbelief, "The entire Liu Town has disappeared?"

"Liu Zhen, it's really extraordinary."

Bai Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, "The scenery in other towns should be hand-drawn by Fusheng-e artists, so they only include scenery, and the buildings are all artificially built. But in Liu Town, it should be embroidered by the chief himself, whether it is mountains or forests, The river and the building are themselves embroidered pictures.”

"No wonder Chen Ling said that Liu Town is the center of the world of mortals. It must have been the embroidered picture of Liu Town first, and then it expanded to the surrounding areas. Later, there were hundreds of towns and the main city of mortal world."

"Now that the chief has taken away this picture, the entire Liu Town will naturally cease to exist."

"The world of mortals was born with this embroidered picture as the core?"

Even Chu Muyun was extremely surprised at this moment. They watched the embroidered pictures of the entire Liu Town fly up into the sky, and finally hovered in the center of Liu Town, pouring into the void through a "window". at

It seems that it does not belong to this latitude.

Liu Zhen's embroidered pictures slowly unfolded in Su's house. Even though they had been compressed hundreds of times, they were still enough to cover the entire courtyard.

As the embroidery picture was fully revealed, dense embroidery threads were flowing silently under Hongchenjun's skin, which seemed to resonate with the embroidery picture. If anyone looked down from the air, they would be surprised to find that the embroidery silk flowing in Hongchenjun's body was... The silk trace actually overlapped perfectly with Liu Zhen’s embroidery pattern!

Liu Zhen is a replica of the embroidered picture in Lord Hongchen’s body;

or

Yao Qing embroidered that picture into Lord Hongchen's body.

At this moment, in the corner of the exquisite embroidered picture, a line of beautiful small characters is extremely conspicuous:

On August 13, 2024, Yao Qing presented sister Zhiwei:

Red dust.

"No matter how strong you are, no matter how good you are in fighting, it does not mean that you can defeat the years and time. There may be only a few paths in this world, and very few people can beat the years."

These were Xiao Chunping’s words at that time.

She didn't say the rest of the sentence, because the embroiderer was one of the few ways to fight.

In the past three hundred years, Yao Qing has always been here. Although he was connected to the sleep cabin, he could not enter sleep, so almost all of his energy was used to complete this embroidery;

He locked up the years with embroidery silk, stitch by stitch, minute by second.

He has locked his years in the mortal world for three hundred years, and this embroidered picture trapped in the mortal world is being perfected bit by bit as Yao Qing steps into the demigod realm!

Semi-god-level embroidery silk was woven silently in the air, as if the years were passing through with the tiny needle, and finally poured into the body of Lord Hongchen.

With the influx of these embroidery silks, the embroidery patterns in Hongchenjun's body became more and more vivid, as if life and soul were injected into her. At first glance, it seemed as if the entire Liu Town was living in her body!

When the last embroidery thread melted into Lord Hongchen, the entire Su residence fell into deathly silence.

one second,

two seconds,

three seconds

I do not know how long it has been,

The eyelashes of the beautiful figure began to tremble, and the tip of her little finger flicked. Finally, a pair of eyes that had been silent for three hundred years slowly opened in the deathly silence.

Su Zhiwei woke up;

She was like a sculpture, lying quietly among the petals, her eyes looking at the emptiness of the floating clouds above the courtyard, confused.

Her thoughts restarted little by little. When the third cloud passed by, a thought slowly came to her mind:

"I'm alive?"

Su Zhiwei's consciousness gradually returned, her brows furrowed, as if she was trying to recall the previous world wars, the invasion of the gray world, the base of mortals, and the sudden nuclear strike.

Yes, a nuclear strike.

She had no memory of what happened after she was forced to resuscitate and bear the nuclear strike on Hongchen Base, causing damage to the dormant cabin. But she clearly remembered that she had been injected with enough medicine to sleep for three hundred years, and the dormant cabin was broken. How did she survive?

Could it be that the potion failed and he temporarily woke up again?

What era is it now?

What about Hongchen Base?

After a short period of thinking, countless questions flooded into Su Zhiwei's mind, almost torturing her newly awakened consciousness. She looked around and froze in place when she saw the extremely familiar Su Zhi courtyard.

"here it is"

The confusion in Su Zhiwei's eyes became more and more intense. She walked around the house and saw no one. It seemed that she was the only one here.

Finally, Su Zhiwei's eyes fell on the door of Su's house.

There is a door and a window here.

The "window" is something suspended in the air, like a picture frame. It is not large in size and seems to be connected to the outside world, but people cannot climb out of it. They can only see the place where she sleeps from the outside.

"Door" literally means a door, but this door is different from the door of Su Zhiwei's home in his memory. It is a huge relief door with many pictures engraved on it. Some of them Su Zhiwei can understand, but some are confusing.

After hesitating for a moment, Su Zhiwei still walked to the relief door and gently placed his hands on its surface.

Then, push it open with force!

"Cough cough cough cough"

As the embroidery silk gathered crazily, Yao Qing's cough became weaker and weaker, like a broken bellows.

Every time he coughed, the embroidery silk on his body would dissipate a little, and large pieces of scarlet would splash on the ground, which looked shocking, but even so, the smile on his face became more and more intense.

This scene made Wuji Jun frown. He didn't understand what happened to Yao Qing, but his intuition told him that he couldn't delay any longer.

As Wujijun raised his fingertips, the sword rain forest suspended above the street began to hum at the same time, and suddenly flew up to the sky, gathering into a huge sword dragon that passed through the clouds. The thick thunder was attached to the sword body, turning into a ferocious thunder dragon that roared and rushed towards Yao Qing!

Buzz!!!

At this moment, a low roar came from the sky, like an ancient and heavy door that was slowly pushed open.