I'm not a drama god

Kong Baosheng’s grandmother died,

Before Chu Muyun arrived.

Kong Baosheng will never forget the helpless and complicated look in the eyes of the doctor in a woolen coat who claimed to be Mr. Lin’s friend after checking his grandma’s physical condition...

Even though Mr. Lin risked his life to bring him various medicines, he still failed to save his grandma's life. Under the heart-wrenching torture, any medicine lost its original effect. Kong Baosheng could only watch helplessly. , the old man who had worked so hard to take care of him as he grew up, died of pain on the bed.

Kong Baosheng couldn't understand. He obviously gave his grandma medicine on time, and she was fine yesterday. Why did she suddenly become like this today...

Until now, Kong Baosheng still has not been able to recover.

"Baosheng, the dead cannot be resurrected... Grandma is gone, so let's make arrangements for her funeral." Li Qingshan looked at the body wrapped in sheets and sighed.

Seeing Kong Baosheng like this, Li Qingshan felt uncomfortable. Not to mention how much he liked Kong Baosheng's child, Li Qingshan had also been dependent on his grandmother since he was a child. He just put himself in Kong Baosheng's place for a moment, and felt as if his heart was about to break, and he was extremely sad.

"Yes, grandma is gone, and you are the only adult in the family... You have to see grandma off like an adult, so that she can see that you can take care of yourself." Huang Xuyue also nodded repeatedly and encouraged.

Kong Baosheng blinked hard, determination appeared in his red eyes. He wiped away the tears on his cheeks with his hands and nodded heavily:

"I can do it... I will definitely do it well! Grandma used to like growing flowers the most, and I will definitely let her leave in glory."

Just as several people were talking, a man dressed in red stepped across the threshold of Jinghong Tower.

Uncle Quan, who was sitting not far away, was stunned for a moment when he saw the familiar translucent figure, and then a look of horror appeared in his eyes!

"you you you……"

Li Qingshan, Kong Baosheng, and Huang Xueyue turned around and saw a figure wearing a red opera robe standing quietly in the lobby, frowning and looking at everything.

"Brother Lin!"

"Mr. Lin?!"

"Your Majesty the Special Envoy!!"

The three of them shouted in unison.

Kong Baosheng was stunned. He looked at the translucent ghost-like Chen Ling for a long time, then he fell to his knees with a thud, collapsed and cried:

"Mr. Lin... I'm sorry... I'm sorry! If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have risked going out to get the medicine, and you wouldn't have... When I finish the funeral for grandma, I will go down and apologize to you in person... I owe you everything in this life Yours, I will repay it by being a cow or a horse in my next life!”

Kong Baosheng kowtowed to Chen Ling desperately, and the ground was stained with blood. When Chen Ling saw this, he immediately said:

"What a mess...stand up, I'm not dead yet."

"Ghost" Chen Ling suddenly spoke, causing the entire Jinghong Building to fall into a dead silence.

"Brother Lin... you... you are..." The first time Li Qingshan saw the translucent Chen Ling, he thought like Kong Baosheng that he had seen a ghost, but when he thought about it carefully, Chen Ling was not dead at all!

"This thing is more complicated to explain. In short, my body is not here, this is just a ray of my consciousness." Chen Ling's eyes fell on the corpse on the floor in the lobby, and her brows frowned unconsciously.

"How is this going?"

After learning that Chen Ling was not dead and that the person standing here was not a ghost, everyone relaxed obviously. Li Qingshan briefly told the news of Kong Baosheng's grandma's death, which made Chen Ling a little surprised.

Chen Ling did not know the information about the "Philosopher's Stone", nor did she connect her death with the Wuji Realm. She just felt that human life was indeed fragile sometimes, and a disease could take away everything.

He was silent for a long time, and then slowly uttered two words:

"Condolences."

Now Chen Ling has not yet come out of the influence of the "audience" transformation just now. The third wall still exists. Even though it is very weak, it still greatly reduces Chen Ling's ability to empathize... He looked at it with red eyes. Kong Baosheng could not sympathize with his sadness, but he still responded according to human etiquette.

Kong Baosheng was startled. Looking at the translucent red coat, he felt that Mr. Lin was different from before...but he couldn't put it in words.

"I came here to tell you something." Chen Ling glanced at everyone and got to the point.

"……what?"

"The war in the realm is about to break out. You must leave here as soon as possible."

"Battle of realms??"

Huang Xueyue was stunned. Among everyone present, perhaps she was the only one who could instantly realize what this word meant. Her eyes were full of shock, "Special envoy, are you serious?"

"Of course." Chen Ling said seriously,

"Now the Fu Sheng Hui Palace and other members are rushing to the border of the realm. It is estimated that people from the Wuji Realm will arrive soon... Once the battle of the realm begins, the scope of the impact will be extremely wide, and the main city of Hongchen will also become The enemy's top priority target.

It's no longer safe here. "

"But...but if even the main city of Hongchen is not safe, where else can we go?" Uncle Quan frowned.

"Go to Liu Town." Chen Ling looked at Li Qingshan, "Once the war is ignited, Liu Town will be the safest place in the entire realm. You should leave as soon as possible."

Li Qingshan didn't understand why Chen Ling said that Liu Town would be the safest, but he still chose to believe Chen Ling for the first time, and then asked:

"What about you? Brother Lin, are you safe?"

"I can protect myself."

"But, what should we do with Jinghong Tower?" Kong Baosheng was at a loss, "Jinghong Tower is still here. If we leave, won't there be no one here? Then where should we sing operas in the future? Where should the guests go to listen to operas? ?”

Kong Baosheng shook his head subconsciously and murmured:

"No... I have to stay. Someone has to look after this place... Our Jinghong Tower cannot be lost."

"Baosheng, it's no longer about Jinghong Tower." Chen Ling frowned slightly, "I said, the entire world of mortals is in danger, let's not talk about whether the main city of mortals will still be there after this battle, even if it is still Now, there aren’t many people alive, so how can we still be interested in listening to the show?”

"But what if? What if someone wants to listen to the show in the future?"

"Is the play more important, or is life more important? Can't you tell?"

"But, but the theater...it is our theater, sir!!"

"So? It's just a theater. It has completed its mission, and that's enough."

"Then what you mean is that you won't sing anymore??" Kong Baosheng suddenly became emotional, "Jinghong Tower, no more?!"

The sudden quarrel left Li Qingshan and Huang Xuyue stunned. They never expected that Chen Ling, who had always been the most reasonable, and Kong Baosheng, who admired him the most, could actually quarrel...

Just as Li Qingshan was about to say something to persuade, Chen Ling stared at Kong Baosheng and said slowly:

"On the day when the theater opened, I made a rule: Jinghong Tower will not sing on rainy days."

Chen Ling raised her hand and pointed at the raindrops falling on the hollow roof.

"The storm facing the world of mortals will not stop easily... There will be no chance for the drama in Jinghong Tower to be performed again."