I'm not a drama god

Rainy.

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

They came from the ruined main city, through the rain and mud, but without a speck of dust on their bodies. They were like travelers who were detached from the mundane world, walking in the world with the most solemn and dignified image.

In their field of vision, a withered willow tree gradually emerged in the mist... and along with it, two figures embracing each other appeared.

Bai Ye, who was walking in the front, suddenly raised his hand and signaled everyone to stop;

This time was different from 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 go forward to disturb them, and no one spoke, like silent mountains standing in the rain.

One minute,

five minutes,

ten minutes……

I don’t know how long it took before the figure under the willow tree wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and slowly stood up from the ground.

Su Zhiwei turned his head, his pair of red eyes moving, and the pressure of the Ninth Lord level gathered in his eyes and passed through the rain curtain, covering the silent black mountains!

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

"I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Hongchen." Bai Ye said calmly, "We are a professional funeral team. We are here to hold a funeral for the leader of Qingshendao, Mr. Fushenghui."

Su Zhiwei narrowed her eyes slightly, and she glanced at everyone, asking uncertainly:

"…The Twilight Society?"

"Mr. Hongchen, have you heard of us?" Bai was also extremely surprised.

Logically speaking, Hongchenjun existed during the Cataclysm. He had been asleep for so many years and had only just woken up. It was impossible for him to know about the Dusk Society... But the other party revealed their name just by listening to his words.

Su Zhiwei did not answer, but asked immediately:

"Where is Chen Ling?"

"?"

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone was more surprised, but after looking at each other, they answered truthfully, "He freed Chaos and was swept into the wind tunnel along with Xizai... Didn't you see it?"

"Mocking disaster??"

Su Zhiwei froze on the spot.

After a brief thought, she did not continue to dwell on this question, "Aren't you only burying Jiu Jun? Why do you want to bury Yao Qing?"

"This is also a decision made by the top leaders. We don't know the details... Perhaps it is because the contribution made by Mr. Kui Shou to mankind is no less than that of the Nine Lords, so it is worth our funeral. Or perhaps, it is to prevent some thieves from secretly taking his body."

Su Zhiwei frowned slightly, she turned around and looked at the figure leaning against the willow tree, wondering what he was thinking about.

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

"...I believe in you."

The people in the Dusk Society did not expect Su Zhiwei to agree so easily. They thought that Su Zhiwei would insist on burying Yao Qing's body personally, or would be extremely wary of their funeral team of unknown origin... But for some reason, the other party seemed to have a natural trust in them.

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

Block 10 walked straight to the willow tree, tapped the ground lightly with his palm, and the wooden coffin board automatically emerged from the soil... He held a hammer in his hand and hit the wooden boards continuously, and a black coffin perfectly contained Yao Qing's body.

This entire process is as smooth as flowing water, and every action and detail demonstrates the word "professionalism".

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

"and many more."

Just as everyone from the Dusk Society was about to leave, Su Zhiwei suddenly spoke.

Bai Ye and the others looked back in confusion, and saw the graceful figure in white training clothes standing alone under the withered willow tree, with red eyes full of complex expressions...

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

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

But he hesitated for a moment.

Still gave the most solemn and serious response:

"Yes, Lord Hongchen... This is the other side we must reach even if we risk our lives."

"Then I wish you success."

After Su Zhiwei finished speaking, she stopped talking. She stood quietly under the withered willow tree, watching the people from the Dusk Society carrying the coffin gradually disappear at the end of her sight...

Even after they left for a long time, she did not move, but just stood there with a lost look, like an unchanging sculpture.

……

main city.

The dishevelled refugees emerged from the underground shelters and took to the streets.

They stared blankly at the strange ruins in front of them, the scattered body parts and pools of blood, which was the truest appearance after the war. The bloody smell in the air penetrated their noses, making their stomachs twitch uncontrollably, and they vomited violently 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 though there were occasional surviving police officers who ran out to maintain order, they were unable to control the situation at all, and the nearby streets fell into chaos... cries, rummaging, vomiting, and roars were heard one after another.

In the chaos after the war, a young girl in a black dress stained with blood was staggering against the flow of people, walking slowly forward.

That's Liu Qingyan.

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

She guessed that most of her family members had fled with the others, so she followed the main road in search of them. However, after running for a long time, she only saw a pile of chopped-to-pieces corpses at the foot of the mountain.

Her parents and younger brother were also among them.

Liu Qingyan could no longer remember clearly what happened afterwards… She cried beside the corpses, then dug a grave with her bare hands, moved their mutilated bodies into the grave one by one, and covered it with soil… She buried all her relatives in the world, and also buried all the past of the Red Dust Realm. She sat in front of the earthen grave in a daze for an unknown amount of time before she stood up stiffly and walked towards the main city of the Red Dust Realm.

Mental and physical exhaustion washed over Liu Qingyan's mind like a tide. After she passed 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 deserted alley, a ray of moonlight shone down from nowhere. The light and shadow intertwined on the broken wall opposite her, gradually interweaving into a huge pattern in the west, occupying almost all of her vision...

That is a completely different poker face:

——[5 of Hearts], [5 of Spades], [5 of Diamonds], [5 of Clubs].