I'm not a drama god

Chen Ling had seen a gecko break its tail, but he had never seen anyone crawl forward in pain after being pierced by steel bars. Even for him who possessed the [Bloody Robe], it was hard to imagine.

The distance was not long, only about the width of a palm, but the pain of the steel bar cutting through the lungs and flesh was definitely not something an ordinary person could endure... Chen Ling didn't know what was supporting the man, was it the Wushen Dao he had just acquired? Or was it the power of his father hidden in the deepest part of his body.

He witnessed with his own eyes the man grabbing the mask and then madly pouring the blood flowing from his wrist onto the inside of the mask.

The lavender light that had just merged into his body also mixed with the blood and seeped into the mask little by little.

The first level of any Shinto is weak and fragile, and the same is true for the Witch Shinto... Chen Ling didn't know what path the man took, nor what skills he possessed, but unless it was the [Blood Robe] or [Iron Robe] of the Soldier Shinto, no other skills would allow the man to repair his wounds, move the ruins and boulders, and rescue Shen Nan.

Chen Ling just watched as the man injected all his blood into the mask, and even a trace of his soul. The aura of witchcraft that had just emanated from him almost completely disappeared, transferring from his body to the Nuo mask.

"Both the soul and the Shintoism have been transferred... Is this his Shintoism skill?" Chen Ling muttered to himself as he watched the Nuo mask that was gradually emitting a mysterious luster.

After doing all this, the man's vitality had almost disappeared. He lay pale on the ground, his eyes seemed to see through the gaps between stones and debris, and saw the dying Shen Nan below.

He trembled as he stuffed the Nuo mask in his hand into the gap, and his heavy eyelids slowly closed...

"Live."

His cracked lips parted slightly, but no sound came out. The Nuo mask fell naturally as his fingertips loosened their grip...

Snapped--

The Nuo mask hit a tilted wall, fell to the other side, hit a hanging steel bar, spun half a circle in the air, and then hit the edge of a stone...

The falling trajectory of the Nuo mask could not be predicted, but it seemed to be favored by "God". After several consecutive collisions, it returned to above Shen Nan and lightly covered his pale face.

The man's blood flowed along the inside of the mask and onto Shen Nan's cheek. The aura of Xishendao in his body seemed to be transferred by Wushendao skills and was slowly swallowed into the mask.

"Drama" and "witchcraft" are intertwined in the mask, and an indescribable aura begins to permeate Shen Nan's body!

……

"Save me...someone save me..."

"..."

“I’m being pinned down…my legs hurt so much!!”

"..."

"Mom!! Mom!! Where are you? Don't leave me alone!!"

"..."

"Am I going to die... I'm only twenty years old... If I had known, I should have been bolder and confessed to her last night... I don't want to die!!"

"..."

"God, please save my child... I will pay any price as long as she can survive..."

"..."

“God bless us, God bless us… I hope nothing happens to our family. We can definitely hold on until the rescue team arrives…”

"..."

Countless prayers, like waves, continued to ring in Shen Nan's ears.

Some of their voices were so loud that they seemed to be spoken right into Shen Nan's ear, and some were so soft that they seemed to be far away in the horizon... Under the mask, Shen Nan's eyelashes kept trembling, as if he was having a chaotic nightmare.

The aura emanating from the Nuo mask made Shen Nan seem like a different person. His breathing gradually became steady, his broken body slowly healed, and even the tumor growing in his body was constantly melting away...

At the same time, there seemed to be some kind of power that began to spread in all directions, responding to prayers big or small;

He lay quietly among the ruins, like a sleeping "god".

The red costume stood in the void like a ghost, looking down at everything. Although Chen Ling couldn't see what was happening, he could feel that some mysterious changes had taken place in Shen Nan's body...

Time flows faster around Chen Ling.

After an unknown amount of time, a rescue team hurried over from a distance.

"Quick! Spread out and search and rescue!" The middle-aged man in the lead had bloodshot eyes, as if he had not slept for days, and he gave orders in a hoarse roar.

"Captain, it has been more than 72 hours since the earthquake. The golden rescue time has passed... I'm afraid now..."

"What bullshit! We must see the person alive or dead! Not to mention 72 hours, even if it's been 7 days! We can't give up any hope! Dig them all out!"

The rescue team quickly dispersed and began to move the debris from the excavated ruins. After so many days of hard work, their faces were full of fatigue.

When the disaster just happened, they had already started the rescue. Within 24 hours, a large number of survivors were rescued and some moving miracles of survival were seen. But as time passed, there were fewer and fewer survivors and more and more bodies... After 72 hours, their mentality had gradually become numb and even desperate.

In the dull atmosphere, everyone dug down stubbornly. Someone shouted:

"There are still survivors down there!!"

Everyone's eyes lit up slightly!

There are still survivors, their persistence and hard work have not been in vain!

Then, another sound was heard.

"I have it here too!!"

"It's the same here. We are a family of three and we are all still breathing!!"

"I have a wounded man here... God, his ribs are sticking out of his chest, how did he survive?!"

"Alive! My family here is alive too!! Come and give me a hand!!"

"..."

Excited voices rang out one after another. The members of the rescue team seemed to be dreaming. So far, they had not found a single body. No matter how seriously injured, everyone was still alive!

"A miracle..." The rescue team leader couldn't help but tremble when he saw this scene. "This is a miracle..."

"I have a dead body here."

A voice broke everyone's joy.

With the efforts of several people, a body was slowly moved out of the ruins. It was a middle-aged man with gray hair on the temples. A piece of steel bar was stuck in his body, and most of his internal organs and flesh were torn apart. Even the rescue team members who had seen too many bloody scenes were moved by this tragic scene.

All his blood had been drained out, and his pale skin was even covered with corpse spots, but even so, there was still a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth... as if he had fulfilled some wish, feeling relieved and fulfilled.

"He..." Several rescue team members looked at this scene, stunned and speechless.

"There's a kid down there! Wearing a mask! He..."

"What happened to him? Is he still alive???"

"He...he is unharmed?"