I'm not a drama god

The Jiangtian cultist was dumbfounded.

According to the original plan, he would complete the suicide ritual alone in this deserted hotel, sacrificing the organs corresponding to the "Sighing Wilderness" to attract the arrival of the gray world... But he never expected that when his ritual was about to be completed, While walking, an inexplicable female beggar suddenly appeared.

Not only was this female beggar not frightened by his ritual, she was terrifyingly calm and restrained herself with her backhand. She was not like an ordinary person at all.

Gurgling blood flowed from the body of the Jiangtian cultist. Since the suicide ceremony, he had been in a state of near-death, and his vitality was also passing crazily... His exposed lungs continued to rise and fall, and his breath gradually became weaker.

"Are you...are you from Fushenge? Or...Dusk Society??"

"neither."

"Then you...you..." The Jiangtian cultist stared at her and wanted to blurt out, "That's none of your business," but he didn't have the energy to curse.

Liu Qingyan's palms strangled his arms, preventing him from tearing off his lungs. Her black gem-like eyes stared at the Jiangtian cultists, narrowing slightly...

She saw a faint thread floating out from the other person's heart, extending to the end of nothingness.

"I see your faith."

Liu Qingyan murmured, her voice seemed to have some kind of soul-stirring power in the swaying kerosene lamp, "Disaster, ominous... What exactly do you believe in?"

The Jiangtian cultist did not answer. He stared at Liu Qingyan, his eyes full of anger and unwillingness.

If he hadn't been performing a suicide ritual, if he hadn't been in a state of near-death, he wouldn't have been so passive...

"It seems that your ritual requires removing this lung." Liu Qingyan took in all this, and slowly raised a slender jade-like finger from the darkness,

"In other words, if I kill you now... will the ritual fail?"

The Jiangtian cultist knew that he was destined to fail. His eyes began to turn black due to excessive blood loss, and he could only speak intermittently:

"No matter who is behind you... I am not the only one performing suicide rituals in these blocks... Even if the ritual here fails... the surrounding blocks will intersect with the gray world... You thought you could only save this small block... What can be changed?”

The dim light of the kerosene lamp swayed outside the door. In the dark and narrow room, Liu Qingyan slowly squatted down. The scarlet blood on the floor smeared the hem of her clothes, and her face was cold and calm in the darkness.

She looked outside through the small black window. In the dark night, the lights of a theater building silently illuminated the sky, and the melodious drama still echoed.

She said calmly:

"I don't care about other places...but here, you can't get involved."

After finishing her words, Liu Qingyan's fingertips gently touched the Jiangtian cultivator's eyebrows.

boom--

The next moment, his head exploded like a flower of blood, splattering all over the wall in an instant. Even the closed black window was soaked in blood, which was shocking.

Amid the blood all over the ground, Liu Qingyan stood up slowly, walked calmly past the headless body, and came to the closed blood-stained black window.

She forcefully opened the small black window, and fresh air suddenly flowed in, and the sounds of the drama that had been muffled outside suddenly became clear and melodious!

Liu Qingyan took a deep breath and exhaled slowly;

Under the light of the lights across the street, Liu Qingyan's blood-stained cheeks were still cold.

She closed her eyes gently, her long eyelashes quivering in the wind, and her whole figure seemed to be completely intoxicated in Chen Ling's opera.

"Master Chen Ling's singing is really nice..."

……

puff-

A few kilometers away from Jinghong Tower, in another inconspicuous hotel, a Jiangtian cultist who was crushed into pieces fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

"Damn it...it's really the Jiangtian Sect!!" In the darkness, Wang Jincheng's face looked extremely ugly.

"First the Dusk Society, and then the Jiangtian Sect, what kind of bad luck has happened to the world of mortals... attracting two great plague gods in one go?!"

Wang Jincheng didn't have time to curse anymore. He quickly walked to the window, took out the walkie-talkie with one hand and pressed the button:

"I've solved it here...how about other places?"

"The one on Luluo Road has also been solved."

"Damn it... I've searched all over Narcissus Road, but I still can't find the location of the suicide ceremony!"

"I haven't found it yet. This group of Jiangtian believers have been fully prepared for a long time. They are all scattered and hidden. It's too late to find them one by one..."

"This is definitely an organized and premeditated attack by the Jiangtian Sect, and there must be someone behind it secretly presiding over the overall situation. We noticed it very quickly, but we were still not as quick as they were..."

"It's too late. Jiangtian believers' suicide rituals are usually carried out at the same time. I estimate that most of the rituals have ended now."

"Conservative estimates suggest that at least one-third of the main city of Red Dust will be drawn into the intersection of the gray world this time... causing immeasurable casualties."

"Even a floating painting can't save everyone."

Wang Jincheng's hand held the walkie-talkie harder and harder, the veins on the back of his hand popped out, and anger burned in his eyes.

"These beasts..."

Before Wang Jincheng finished speaking, streaks of gray and thin "smoke" floated from all over the main city of Hongchen in the night, like some kind of lit bonfire, gradually connecting with the sky.

Wang Jincheng knew that it was not a bonfire at all, but the red star breath that escaped from the corpses of Jiangtian believers who had completed the suicide ritual... These breaths would attract the approach of a certain area in the gray world and carry out a large-scale massacre. Range intersection.

Almost all the blocks on the south side of the main city had this kind of "smoke" floating up. Only a few blocks were spared. There should be something wrong during the ceremony. But even so, nothing can be changed. If a neighborhood is surrounded by the gray world, sooner or later those disasters will strike from all directions in the west and level everything.

As these "smoke" slowly rose into the sky, it was like a big hole was being burned out in the sky, and a touch of gray began to spread rapidly around, covering the world!

Wang Jincheng witnessed this scene with his own eyes and gritted his teeth... After taking a deep breath, he picked up the walkie-talkie and slowly spoke out the following words:

"Ring the disaster bell."

……

Jinghong Tower.

“The loud sound of golden drums and painted horns was heard fiercely, which aroused my ambition to conquer the sky.

I remember when the peach blossoms were so majestic, and the enemy's blood splashed on the pomegranate skirt..."

On the stage, Chen Ling, dressed as "Mu Guiying", was pacing along the edge of the stage. Before she finished singing, she seemed to have noticed something and suddenly looked up at the hollow roof of the theater!

In the distant sky, a touch of gray is spreading rapidly;

This is……

Chen Ling's apricot eyes narrowed slightly.

Everyone in the audience was watching in fascination. The next moment, several thunderous bells rang from a distance!

clang--

clang--! !

clang--! ! !

Three disaster bells sounded, and the world was in turmoil.