I'm not a drama god

Swish, swish——

The dim sunlight fell to the end of the horizon, and two figures climbed up step by step along the trunk of the mother tree.

"Chen Ling, what's going on? So mysterious..." Zhao Yi, wearing a wanderer's windbreaker, followed Chen Ling in the darkness. At this time, the two had left the residence of the fusion faction and were out of everyone's sight.

As Chen Ling climbed, he scanned the surroundings, as if he was searching for something.

"I'm here to find something."

"What are you looking for? Do you need to mobilize others to look for it together?"

"No, I have to do this myself."

"Are you going to keep this a secret even from Teacher Ye?"

Chen Ling narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Yes, don't let Teacher Ye know that we are here to look for something...at least not for now."

"Oh……"

Although Zhao Yi was puzzled, he still chose to believe Chen Ling.

Chen Ling continued to climb along the trunk of the mother tree. His shadow was projected on the dry bark and gradually sank into the dim night...

He suddenly asked:

"Zhao Yi, what kind of person do you think Teacher Ye is?"

"Teacher Ye? He's a very good person." Zhao Yi answered without much hesitation, "He's knowledgeable and kind-hearted. He personally saved almost all the people in the Fusion Sect from the brink of death..."

"Did he go out the past few days?"

Chen Ling pointed to the tree trunk below him and said, "I mean, come to the treetops or other places..."

Zhao Yi thought about it carefully, "No... Generally, few people come here, unless they come to pick up dead leaves every day. Teacher Ye never picks them up himself. He spends most of his time in the office and laboratory."

Chen Ling nodded, thoughtfully.

Chen Ling had been wondering before. Ordinary disasters could not get close to the mother tree. How did Si Zai carve its mark on the tree trunk without leaving the Storm Island... and it happened to be on the path that the students who took turns to pick up dead leaves every day had to pass.

Chen Ling has walked all the way from Frost Street to where he is today, and has experienced too many things. He will never trust anyone easily... not even Teacher Ye who is teaching him how to kill evil spirits.

After all, in his opinion, the person who is most likely and easiest to do this is Teacher Ye.

It was precisely because of this suspicion that Chen Ling did not tell Teacher Ye about the results of his investigation, nor did he alarm anyone. He only brought Zhao Yi with him. After all, in the entire fusion faction, Chen Ling knew him best.

"found it……"

Following the description of Xiaotao and others, Chen Ling quickly found the location of the mark.

All I saw was a mess of lines graffitied on the tree trunk, but the color seemed to have faded a lot, and it was difficult to see without careful observation.

Chen Ling just glanced at it and deliberately didn't look closely. He turned to Zhao Yi and said:

"Watch me carefully for a while. If I lose consciousness and start to walk around, stop me immediately. Use any method you can use as long as you can tie me up. Got it?"

"no problem!"

Although Si Zai's problem had been resolved, Chen Ling still planned to be on the safe side, in case even he was bewitched by the mark and walked all the way to the depths of the Gray Realm, and it was unknown when he would come to his senses.

Chen Ling looked at the mark intently, and a slight feeling of dizziness really came over him, but as Chen Ling consciously activated the painting of Zhu Yan, the dizziness quickly disappeared...

He stared at the mark with his naked eyes, as if he wanted to engrave it completely in his memory. This way, if he wanted to ask someone about it, he could just use [Yesterday's Revolver] to implant this memory into the other person's mind.

"Will the power weaken over time..." Chen Ling felt the power in the mark drain away and raised his hand to touch it directly.

As Chen Ling transformed his palm into disaster and scraped the mark hard, the ball of thread quickly disintegrated and disappeared. After about a minute, there was no trace left.

Chen Ling stood up and clapped his hands, "Done."

"So soon?" Zhao Yi was still preparing to beat Chen Ling up, but when he heard that Chen Ling was done like that, he looked a little disappointed, "...What's next?"

Chen Ling waved her hand and said, "Go back and eat!"

……

"Brother Sun, what is your lion head made of? It's so beautiful!"

"Brother Sun, can I touch it?"

"Sister Xiao Jiang, how do you take care of your hair? It's so silky, isn't it?!"

"Idiot! It's Brother Jiang!!"

"Brother Xiao Jiang, why do you have so many bandages wrapped around your body? Do you have a powerful secret weapon?"

"Brother Sun, how did you and Brother Chen Ling know each other?"

"..."

In the fusion cafeteria, a crowd of figures were surrounding one of the tables. The boys and girls were looking at these "friends of King Chen Ling" with curiosity in their eyes.

Jiang Xiaohua was holding a rice spoon in her hand. She was obviously uncomfortable with so many people's attention. She almost shrank under the table and was just about to dig a hole with the rice spoon to crawl into.

Sun Bumian generously let the children touch the hair on the lion dance headgear, with a smile on his face, as if he was very happy about the children's love for the lion dance.

"How is it? Does it feel good to touch? I made it myself!"

"Not only that, its eyes can move... There is a little mechanism inside, I'll show you..."

"Want to learn lion dance? I'll teach you!"

As the atmosphere was getting very lively, Chen Ling came over with a tray and a strange expression on her face.

"Oh, how can you let the guests eat like this? Go away, go away!" Zhao Yi drove the boys and girls aside, and after most of them had left, he also sat down with his plates.

"Hongxin, what kind of magic potion did you feed these kids?" Sun Bumian couldn't help asking when he saw Chen Ling finally coming.

"Don't ask me, ask him." Chen Ling pointed at Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi touched his head embarrassedly and recounted what had happened in a low voice. After listening to it, Sun Bumian looked at Chen Ling with a subtle expression.

"By the way, where is my brother Jian Mushroom?" Zhao Yi asked puzzledly.

"Teacher Ye is giving him a special meal. It's not over yet, so don't worry about him." Sun Bumian answered vaguely while eating. "To be honest, the food in your Fusion School is much better than I thought... I haven't had a good meal for a long time after all the trouble I've been on this journey."

Sun Bumian's pursuit in life is to eat well, drink well and have fun. Since all his belongings were lost, he has hardly had a full meal. Occasionally, he has to stay and work for others to pay back the money after eating. As for being in the Gray Realm, it goes without saying that he can't even have a decent meal.

Sun Bumian was so moved by the free and delicious food at the fusion pie that he almost cried.

"Oh, I almost forgot."

Sun Bumian seemed to remember something, took out a USB flash drive from his arms and handed it to Chen Ling.

"This is what Spade 8 asked me to pass on to you. You must have dropped it in the Wuji Realm... and he picked it up for you."

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Next, there is a big plot of the era archive. Sanjiu needs to sort out the outline carefully, slow down and improve the quality. I will take a day off tomorrow~ (dog head)