I'm not a theatre god

The voice sounded like a joke, but it was different.

It doesn't have a too sharp falsetto, but it is full of power, like a sharp sword, caressing the world in the gentlest way... This is a ballad.

I don't know if it was Wang Jincheng's illusion, but the moment the first line of the song rang out, the dark wind sweeping over the main city seemed to dissipate a little.

His painful mood just now seemed to be soothed by this voice, and his heart gradually calmed down.

""I heard your voice";"

""I smell longing blooming among the thorns","

""I came from the direction of sunset"..."

Wang Jincheng just lay there, listening to the song reverberating in his ears, as if there was some kind of indescribable magic power that was healing the painful scars in this realm.

Squeak—squeak—

When Wang Jincheng closed his eyes and enjoyed the tranquility of the song, a slight sound of footsteps came from a distance.

He turned his head and looked around with difficulty, only to see a few tall figures in black suits walking slowly towards here in the flames of war in the ruins...

They were wearing spotless black leather shoes as they walked across the blood-stained ground. The corners of their suits were fluttering in the whining wind. Some of them had one hand in their pockets, and some were solemnly tightening their black ties, as if they were coming to attend a solemn event. And a grand ceremony.

In their breast pockets, a corner of several high-quality black poker cards was exposed.

【6】,【7】,【10】,,.

In this devastated world, they come dressed up;

"...Twilight Club?"

Seeing those playing cards, Wang Jincheng seemed to have thought of something and muttered to himself.

These five figures were walking in the ruins and passed by Wang Jincheng. One of them, a young man with a wolf tail, glanced at him, then withdrew his gaze and continued to move forward.

Finally, they came to the young man kneeling in the ruins, covered in injuries.

"The requiem ball was sung..." Bai Ye said calmly, "8 of plum blossoms, it's time for us to go.

Plum Blossom 8's blood-stained face slowly raised its head.

He looked at the red opera robe flying on the stage in the distant sky. After a long silence, he still put his hands on the ground and stood up staggeringly...

He was once the Ninth Palace of Floating Paintings, and is also the current Plum Blossom 8 of the Dusk Society;

The world of mortals is facing the disaster of extinction, and all life is in ruins. He has put everything he has into fulfilling his responsibilities as the former Ninth Hall... But now, everything is coming to an end, and it is time to return to his identity.

He failed to save the mortal world. In this case, he could only send the more than two million victims on their last journey.

"I'm sorry... I acted without permission." Meihua 8 lowered his head and said in embarrassment.

"Authentication?" Chu Muyun raised his brows and said with a smile, "What unauthorized action... Weren't you accidentally involved in this war? You were acting in self-defense.

Plum Blossom 8 was stunned for a moment, and felt warm in her heart after seeing the smiles on everyone's lips.

At this moment, he seemed to have thought of something, and looked down at his blood-covered and tattered clothes, and said bitterly: "But... I didn't have time to wear the formal attire for the funeral.

"piece of cake

Meihua raised her hand and patted Meihua 8's shoulder casually. The ragged clothes suddenly flashed and turned into a very formal and decent black suit, clean, neat and meticulous.

The plum blossoms were rubbed again, and a black club 8 playing card was gently put into his breast pocket.

"Thank you, senior Meihua 8, for seeing this and respectfully thank you.

At the same time, Bai also glanced at the nothingness beside him,

"9 of Hearts, how long are you going to be sneaking around there?"

The 8 of clubs was startled. He followed Bai Ye's gaze and saw that the ground not far away from him suddenly loosened. A figure emerged from the ground. It was the 9 of hearts!

The 9 of Hearts stood firm and dusted himself off with some embarrassment.

"Hehehe... How can you call it sneaking? I was just passing by, passing by

Plum Blossom 8's eyes suddenly became strange.

"Speaking of which, why is it that the 6 of Hearts is singing the requiem song this time?" The 9 of Hearts changed into a suit and naturally changed the subject, "Isn't it true that only a few senior executives of the Twilight Society in the world can sing this thing? "

Chu Muyun turned his head and looked at the red opera robe in the sky, his eyes full of complexity, "It seems that in the six months since the 6 of Hearts disappeared, I have benefited a lot from Xidao Guzang..."

"How can this guy be so simple if he can support the West at the same time?"

"From now on, there will be one more person in the world who can sing requiem songs... which is also a good thing for the Dusk Society.

"I'm going to say that again, and it's the same generation as [6]..."

"Stop it!" Jian Changsheng gritted his teeth and covered the mouth of the 9 of hearts. "You say I'm not as smart as the 9 of hearts, I admit it! But this thing is exclusive to the divine way of playing. I can't learn it even if you break me into several pieces!"

"...I just said it casually

"alright

Bai Ye spoke, and everyone suddenly fell silent.

Seven figures in black suits stood together quietly, looking at the ruins of the main city of Red Dust at the same time...

"...just work

…

In red opera robes, climbing up into nothingness step by step, Chen Ling stared at the sea of ​​souls shrouded in red lightning, and the patient voice of Senior Brother Xi at the end of the play in ancient Tibet kept flashing through his mind:

"Junior brother, when you sing [Requiem Ballad], the most important thing is to use your own soul as the carrier..."

"Let the tone of each ballad resonate with the soul. This frequency of sound is extremely special and requires a lot of practice to master..."

"Junior brother, you sang this part wrong. Please listen to me sing it again..."

"..."

The sobbing cold wind brushed across Chen Ling's cheeks. The face in the corner of his memory gradually disappeared, and in its place was a desolate and dilapidated dead city.

Chen Ling took a deep breath, and the ballad that he had practiced countless times in the ancient Tibetan drama floated out of his throat again:

"The earth and rose red are your hotbed\

,""Frost and setting sun are your heavy makeup";

"I will weave hope into flying kapok flowers\

,""First come to the rock and remember the fragrance of flowers"..."

As Chen Ling's singing turned, the gradually distorted and shrunken sea of ​​souls seemed to be affected by some external force, and the originally hideous and painful souls calmed down at the same time!

The pain on their faces disappeared little by little, and replaced by a kind of calmness that had not been seen for a long time, as if washed by some holy and grand power, all extreme emotions were being purified.

The operation of the alchemy array suddenly stopped!

Immediately afterwards, these souls no longer twisted and deformed, nor did they condense to the outline of the Philosopher's Stone under the trend of lightning. Instead, they seemed to have awakened their consciousness and drifted to the west in all directions!