I'm not a theatre god

It rains continuously.

In the hazy mist at the edge of the willow bank, several figures in black suits walked slowly towards them.

They walked from the ruined main city and passed through the rain and mud, but their bodies were not stained by any dust. They were like travelers who were transcended from the mundane world, walking in the world with the most solemn and solemn image.

In their field of vision, a withered willow tree gradually emerged from the mist...and together with it, there were two figures embracing each other.

Bai Ye, who was walking at the front, suddenly raised his hand to signal everyone to stop;

This time, unlike the Aurora Realm, they did not open umbrellas in advance, but just stood there, letting the cold rain wet their hair... Even so, they did not come forward to disturb, and no one spoke, as if Silent peaks towering in the rain.

One minute,

five minutes,

ten minutes……

After an unknown amount of time, the figure under the willow tree wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and slowly stood up from the ground.

Su Zhi slightly turned his head, a pair of red eyes flashed, and the pressure of the Nine Lords level gathered in his eyes, passing through the rain curtain, shrouding those silent black peaks!

"What... do you want to do?" A hoarse voice came from her mouth.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, Your Excellency Lord Hongchen." Bai Ye said calmly, "We are a professional funeral team. We are here to hold a funeral for His Excellency, the leader of Qing Shinto and the chief fusheng-e."

Su Zhiwei's eyes narrowed slightly, she glanced at everyone, and asked uncertainly:

"...Twilight Society?"

"Your Excellency Hongchenjun, you have heard of us?" Bai Ye was extremely surprised.

Logically speaking, Lord Hongchen existed during the Great Cataclysm. He had been sleeping for so many years and only woke up so long ago. It was impossible for him to know about the Twilight Society... But the other party just listened to his words and revealed their names.

Su Zhiwei did not answer, but asked immediately:

"Where is Chen Ling?"

"?"

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone became more and more surprised, but after looking at each other, they still answered truthfully, "He freed Xiao disaster, and together with Qi disaster, he was drawn into the wind tunnel... Didn't you see it?"

"Mocking disaster??"

Su Zhiwei froze on the spot.

After thinking briefly, she did not continue to dwell on this issue, "Aren't you just burying Jiujun? Why did you bury Yao Qing?"

"This is also a high-level decision. We don't know the details... Maybe it's because His Majesty the Chief has made no less contributions to mankind than the Nine Lords, so he deserves our funeral; maybe it's to prevent some thieves from secretly stealing Take his body."

Su Zhiwei frowned slightly. She looked back at the figure leaning under the willow tree, wondering what she was thinking about.

After a long time, she seemed to have made up her mind and looked at everyone again.

"...I believe you."

Everyone in the Dusk Club did not expect Su Zhiwei's promise to be so simple. They thought that Su Zhiwei would insist on burying Yao Qing's body personally, or that he would be extremely wary of their unknown funeral team... But the other party didn't know why. , seems to have a natural trust in them.

"Thank you Lord Hongchen for your trust. We will definitely give you a royal burial, the leader." Bai Ye replied respectfully.

Block 10 walked directly to the willow tree, patted the ground with his palm, and the wooden coffin boards automatically separated from the soil... He held a hammer in his hand and continuously knocked on these boards, and a black coffin perfectly sealed Yao's body. Qing's body was included in it.

This whole process is like flowing water, and every action and detail demonstrates the word "professional".

In less than half a minute, Dusk Society completed the burial of Yao Qing's body and carried the coffin on its shoulders.

"etc."

Everyone in the Dusk Society was about to leave when Su Zhiwei suddenly spoke.

Bai Ye and others looked back in confusion, and saw the beautiful figure wearing white training clothes, standing alone under the withered willow tree, her red eyes full of complexity...

"Reversing the times and restarting the world...is true, right?"

Bai Ye was stunned, as if he didn't know why Su Zhiwei suddenly asked this,

But he pondered for a moment,

Still gave the most solemn and serious response:

"Yes, Your Excellency Mr. Hongchen... This is the other side that we must reach even if we risk our lives."

"Then, I wish you success."

After Su Zhiwei finished speaking, he said no more. She stood quietly under the withered willow tree, watching the people in the Dusk Society carrying the coffin gradually disappearing at the end of the field of vision...

For a long time after they left, she did not move, she just stood there in a sense of loss, like an eternal sculpture.

…

main city.

Unkempt refugees emerge from underground shelters and onto the streets.

They looked blankly at the strange ruins in front of them, with the stumps and blood pools scattered everywhere. This was the most realistic appearance after the war. The smell of blood in the air penetrated into their nostrils, making their stomachs twitch uncontrollably, and they violently vomited the next moment.

Most of these people were refugees from outside the main city. After seeing this scene, they wanted to leave the main city and go home. Even if occasionally surviving police officers came out to maintain order, there was no way to control the situation. The nearby streets were in chaos...cries, rummaging, vomiting, and roars came one after another.

In the chaos at the end of the war, a girl wearing a long black dress stained with blood was walking slowly forward against the flow of people.

That was Liu Qingyan.

After separating from Chen Ling and the others, she headed straight back to her home in Liu Town, but when she got home, she found that her home was empty.

She guessed that most of her family members had fled with others, so she followed the main road to find them, but after running for a long time, she finally saw a pile of chopped corpses at the foot of the mountain.

Her parents and brother were also among them.

Liu Qingyan didn't remember what happened next... She cried beside the corpses, then dug a grave with her bare hands, moved their mutilated bodies into it one by one, and buried them with soil... She buried all her relatives in the world, and buried all the past of the Red Dust Realm. She sat in front of the earthen grave in a daze for an unknown period of time, then stood up stiffly and walked towards the Red Dust Main City.

Mental and physical exhaustion hit Liu Qingyan's mind like a tide. After passing through a group of refugees, she leaned against the wall and walked into an empty alley. She sat down as if she had exhausted all her strength...

Her face was as pale as paper.

Pain and confusion filled her mind. She sat there blankly, like a silent black rose sculpture.

Suddenly, a flicker of light and shadow brought her back to reality...

In the empty alley, a ray of moonlight shone down out of thin air. The light and shadow intertwined on the surface of the broken wall opposite her, gradually interweaving into a huge pattern on the west side, occupying almost all of her vision...

It was a completely different poker face on the west side:

——【5 of Hearts】, 【5 of Spades】, 【5 of Diamonds】, 【5 of Clubs】.