I'm not a drama god

Chen Ling suddenly turned her head to look at Plum Blossom 8.

"What's your chief's name?"

Plum Blossom 8 was stunned, "This...I don't know, since the establishment of Fusheng-e, everyone has only called him chief."

"Then what is his relationship with Mr. Hongchen? Are they siblings?"

"……ah??"

Plum Blossom 8 looked confused. It seemed that he had never lied to Chen Ling before. The world's understanding of this chief was extremely limited... However, in fact, Chen Ling already had the answer in his heart.

He comes from before the great catastrophe, protects Lord Hongchen, and Shinto is related to embroidery... Who else could it be besides Yao Qing?

But Chen Ling still couldn't imagine that the only ordinary person in the museum at that time, the young man who was angry at his own weakness, would actually become the leader of Qing Shendao in this era.

How did he survive the Cataclysm? How do you survive until now?

What has he experienced in these three hundred years?

One question after another flashed through Chen Ling's mind. He looked down at the embroidery picture in his hand, feeling unable to calm down for a long time.

"Should your chief participate in this realm battle?"

"If Mr. Wuji is involved, the Second Hall will most likely wake him up." Plum Blossom 8 said thoughtfully, "However, I heard that the chief's state is a bit special and it will take time to wake up... I don't know if it will be too late."

Chen Ling fell into silence.

Everyone in the Dusk Society followed Meihua 8 and continued to approach Liu Town along the path.

At first, there were urban residents carrying luggage on the road from time to time, hurriedly passing by everyone. They should be refugees heading to the main city of Hongchen. However, as time went by, fewer and fewer people could be seen on the road. In the end, almost only empty towns were left, standing in the mist and rain.

The faint sounds of war sounded one after another from a distance, and the echoes swept over the empty towns. As everyone walked through these deserted streets, there was only depression and desolation in front of them.

The 9 of Hearts put his hands in his pockets and walked struttingly at the front. He picked a small flower from the roadside and held it in the corner of his mouth.

"How far are we from Liu Town?"

"At this rate, there will still be a few hours." Plum Blossom 8 replied, "Of course, if we all move forward at full speed, we will arrive soon."

"That's too eye-catching. At this time, we should keep a low profile, otherwise they may regard us as manpower in the other side's realm... Anyway, the war will not affect us, so it's better to walk slowly."

As soon as the 9 of Hearts finished speaking, his expression suddenly became strange. He licked his lips and spit out the small flower in his mouth to the ground with a "poof" sound.

"It's strange...why does this flower smell sour?"

"Sour?"

"Yes, it's sour and astringent. If you don't believe me, why don't you try it?"

"Forget it, I'm not as boring as you." Jian Changsheng shrugged.

On the other hand, Chu Muyun on the side, after hearing these words, also picked a flower from the roadside, held the broken root in his mouth for a while, and frowned more and more...

He spit out the root and the tip of his tongue was dyed green. He stared at the root carefully for a while and murmured:

"Indeed...it smells weird."

The 9 of Hearts was about to say something when he suddenly glanced at the ground from the corner of his eye and saw that the little flower he had just held in his mouth suddenly swayed and turned into a bare, sour, dark yellow leaf like a magic trick.

The 9 of Hearts was stunned for a moment, then immediately turned to look at the Jack of Clubs who was walking at the end, and cursed:

"You're a scheming man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and you're still trying to trick me like this, aren't you?"

Plum Blossom J glanced at the leaves on the ground, frowned and shook her head, "It's not me."

"Not you?"

The 9 of hearts looked at Chen Ling again, "Okay, it's your boy!"

"...Not me either."

At this time, Chen Ling was still thinking about Yao Qing, so it was naturally impossible for him to play such a nasty trick, but now he was also a little confused. If it weren't for him and Plum Blossom J, who else could have done this?

“If it’s not you two, who else could it be?” 9 of Hearts’ eyes widened.

At this moment, Bai Ye's voice suddenly came:

"...The situation is not quite right."

At this moment, everyone followed Bai Ye's gaze and saw that not only the flower and grass on the ground that had been plucked out by the 9 of hearts, but also the roadside flowers they passed by just now swayed slightly and turned into the same dark color. The yellow leaves fell to the ground softly, as if withered.

There was no mental fluctuation or any warning. It was as if everyone just blinked and the world changed... Those dark yellow leaves were not any kind of plant that Chen Ling knew. They seemed to be deformed. Mutant, extremely ugly.

The willow tree on the bank has withered visibly to the naked eye and turned into a bare rotten tree, growing twisted on both sides of the river; the water plants in the shallows are like ink stains, dyeing the water surface dark green, flowing forward silently ; Even a row of chaffinches flying in the misty rain suddenly fell stiffly downwards, falling to the hard ground one after another, turning into puddles of mixed-colored viscous liquid.

This change came from behind them, blowing across everyone's faces like a gust of wind, spreading into the distance...

It was as if an invisible big hand had passed by, taking away all the vitality and color. Those white-walled tile-roofed houses that were originally located among the flowers, grass and willows were suddenly among the withered and weird plants...it was still hazy in the rain. The red dust town full of spring scenery suddenly turned into a lifeless and silent ruin.

"This...this is..."

"Is it a field?"

Bai Ye, J of Clubs, 10 of Diamonds... Almost everyone's expressions changed slightly, their domains were released at the same time, and they looked around the Western Zhou Dynasty with vigilant eyes!

The change in front of them was obviously not a natural phenomenon. All they could think of was the ability of the "field"... But even Bai Ye and Plum Blossom J, who were the highest ranked, did not sense the enemy's mental power fluctuations. It makes people unconsciously creepy.

Chu Muyun glanced at Xizhou with a solemn expression, and finally squatted down, using his fingers to pick up a smear of the viscous liquid that the bird turned into after it fell to death. A faint blue light spread from his pupils, as if he was analyzing the ingredients of this thing.

His brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

"No, this is..."

"Don't be so nervous." Behind the crowd, Plum Blossom 8 suddenly said, "This is not an enemy attack."

Everyone looked back and saw the young man standing there quietly, his eyes staring at the weird and ugly dark yellow leaves and withered and rotten trees, with a complicated expression.

"Meihua 8, what's going on?" Bai Ye asked in a deep voice.

Plum Blossom 8 was silent for a long time, and finally seemed to have made up its mind, letting out a long sigh...

"This is not a field, nor is it a magic trick..."

Plum Blossom 8 raised her hand and pointed at this lifeless and empty town.

"This is what the world of mortals really looks like."

Everyone froze in place at the same time.