I'm not a drama god

Blood dripped silently along the bloodstained robe. Tu Tian held the stone bead in his hand and staggered along the path.

He and Fu Di were both fifth-level warriors, and their strength was comparable. That fight almost drained all of Tu Tian's energy. If it weren't for the anger and resentment in his heart, he would never have been able to break out of the dark palace and take the stone bead into his pocket.

But even so, Tu Tian has reached his limit.

He glanced around, found a relatively secluded place to sit down, and began to rest.

With [Privilege] in hand, he no longer needs to compete with others for anything. He only needs to wait for the final stage to come and directly summon the Tongtian Star Position...

Time passed minute by minute, and Tu Tian felt that he had just recovered a little when his ears moved slightly.

A faint sound of footsteps is approaching here.

"……Um?"

As soon as Tu Tian opened his eyes, he saw a cold light shooting in from the window. At the same time, two figures approached here from the left and right!

boom--! !

The floor where Tu Tian was hiding suddenly erupted with a roar, and rubble exploded with billowing smoke and dust. The blood-covered figure flew out backwards, holding a stone bead in his left hand and a flag in his right hand!

"Tu Tian is here!"

"The privilege is in his hands indeed!!"

"His breath is very weak, he is already at the end of his strength! Go!!"

"..."

The shouts of the two figures resounded through the sky. Under their joint attack, Tu Tian could only barely resist while quickly retreating, his eyes full of disbelief!

How could this be?

He had clearly not alerted anyone and had quietly found a remote place to hide. How could he be discovered not long after he had rested? And it seemed that his location had been known for a long time!

When the two men shouted like this, many figures in the surrounding blocks turned their heads to look here, and when they heard the words "privilege" and "the last gasp of a dying force", a glimmer of light appeared in their eyes.

A chill enveloped Tu Tian's body. He knew the situation was not good, and immediately began to explain:

"It's useless for you to attack now. The privilege is already bound to me. You can't use it even if you take it away!"

"Haha, whether it's useful or not, you'll know after you grab it."

The crowd did not believe in the so-called "binding" at all. All they could see was the dying Tu Tian and the stone bead in his hand. They began to attack Tu Tian frantically, forcing him to retreat step by step.

Normally, these two people would definitely not be Tu Tian's opponents, but now he was seriously injured and could only keep avoiding the fight and running away... Although he could kill them if he fought harder, he had to know that there were still many people around secretly watching and waiting for an opportunity. If it weren't for the rule that "the number of companions cannot exceed three", he would probably have been besieged to death.

"Damn it...Who is plotting against me?!"

Tu Tian knew that someone must be behind all this, and after a little thought, the images of Pu Xiachan and Li Shengmen appeared in his mind, and he was so angry that he almost bit his teeth off!

Several figures were chasing each other across the sky... Not far away, a young man in a Tang suit who was strolling leisurely also looked up in surprise.

"It's so lively..."

Sun Bumian put his hands behind his back, and smiled a kind and aloof smile, like an old man in the park who sees a group of young people camping together. "It's better to be lively... The fewer people are left, the higher my final ranking will be, and the more government subsidies I will get... After being poor for so many years, I finally have a chance to get rich."

Sun Bushian calculated that there should be only about fifty people left on the field. As long as he persisted and made it into the top twenty, each of them would receive a bonus of one million.

If we can get one step further and make it to the top fifteen, that would be five million per person!

As for the Tongtian Star Position...Sun Bumian was not interested in it. From the beginning, he was not here for that thing.

Sun Bumian was playing with the beads casually with his fingertips behind his back. Just when he was about to stay away from this chaotic place, a chill suddenly swept over from a distance!

His footsteps suddenly paused.

The hem of his Tang suit was blown up by the cold wind. In the distant night, it seemed as if something invisible was approaching. Sun Bumian's originally leisurely expression suddenly froze, and then gradually became serious!

He slowly pulled down the small round sunglasses on his nose, his eyes staring into the nothingness before him, deep as the abyss...

"This breath..."

He muttered to himself, his tone somewhat incredulous.

The melee in the distance was still going on, the roar was like the lively firecrackers during the New Year, going off one after another...but this deserted street was as silent as a tomb.

Souls wearing pale chains have been walking on the street without anyone noticing, just like the night of the Ghost Festival, when hundreds of ghosts are wandering at night. Their existence is completely invisible to the naked eye, but Sun Bumian seems to have sensed something. All the muscles in his body have been tensed, as if facing a formidable enemy!

At the end of the street, a ghostly figure in white was walking towards them silently.

The man had his eyes closed, like a blind man, but there was a bright cinnabar between his eyebrows, which made it difficult for people to look away. He walked calmly in the night, with countless souls surrounding him, like the king of the void souls.

"No wonder there is always an annoying smell of worldly fireworks... Turns out it's you." The man said lightly.

Sun Bumian stared at the man in white, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter:

"【Death】?"

"You've been reincarnated so many times, yet you still remember my name... It seems that I left a deep impression on you." The figure known as Kong Wang paused for a moment, "But you are much weaker now than you were back then."

"How did you get here? The door to the ancient treasure house of the Ghost and Gods Dao should have been closed for a thousand years."

"A closed door will always open someday... I am just following God's will."

Kongwang walked slowly forward, and his closed eyes slowly opened a crack in the darkness.

at the same time,

The howling cold wind brushed across Sun Bumian's cheeks. The originally invisible souls gradually began to outline their figures in the void. Looking around, there were dozens of people!

They were wearing chains and passed by Sun Bumian silently, blowing up the ends of his hair and clothes, but he stood there like a sculpture, motionless.

"What do you want to do by appearing here?" Sun Bumian asked in a deep voice.

Kong Wang walked towards him slowly, and the two of them were getting closer and closer. Just as he was about to pass by Sun Bumian, he stopped beside his shoulder...

"What I want to do is none of your business, so you'd better not meddle in my business."

Kongwang lowered his eyes and stared at Sun Bumian's profile. His voice seemed to come from the netherworld:

"You are no longer the same person you were before. After so many reincarnations, the auspiciousness in you has long since weakened and fallen... This time, you can't stop me."