I'm not a drama god

Chapter 1572 Goodbye Jinghong Tower

After drinking the blood in the cup and making sure there was not a drop left, Zang Yunjun stood up again shakily.

At this moment, he no longer had the madness and hysteria from before. He just looked at Chu Changqing on the bed with his tired eyes and remained silent for a long time...

"If you were the one awake now..."

"Will everything be different?"

Unfortunately, there is no "if" in this world.

Zang Yunjun carefully washed and put away the cup, untied the hose on Chu Changqing's arm, and put his sleeves down to cover the scars on his arm. Soon everything returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

He took a deep breath, slowly walked to the door, and looked back at Chu Changqing on the bed...

A complex look flashed in the depths of his eyes:

"Perhaps it's time to end all this..."

"Good night, Lao Chu."

He turned and left.

……

"In just over a month, has the situation in the human realm become so dire?"

After hearing the information about the three realms, Chen Ling's brows furrowed more and more.

"Yes." Liu Qingyan nodded. "Comparatively, the situation in the Tianshu Realm is relatively better. There isn't much accumulated public resentment. However, with technological regression, the production capacity of various daily necessities has dropped significantly. Coupled with the plague beginning to spread widely in Tianshu, I'm afraid it won't be able to hold out for much longer."

"When the Red Star returns, there will be chaos." The Gray King at the side spoke slowly.

"I have a feeling... it won't be long before we reverse the times and restart the world."

Chen Ling fell into silence.

For some reason, the words that Wuji Jun had questioned him in the Eternal Realm resurfaced in his mind:

"Who will judge failure? Who will define success? You? What's your basis... Chen Ling, what gives you the right... to be the one to finally sound the death knell for humanity?"

Chen Ling, and even the entire Twilight Society, have been preparing for the restart of the world for a long time, but as this day really approaches, Chen Ling becomes a little nervous.

Will humans succeed this time?

How to judge success or failure?

If the world is to be restarted, does it have to wait until all humans are dead, until there is no longer any hope... or, before that?

The realm is in turmoil and people are in panic. I wonder how many people are struggling in pain at this moment, suffering from hunger, cold, plague, and the red star that may never return. If we sound the death knell before everything comes to an end and let everything go back, can we avoid some unnecessary chaos and pain?

Chen Ling shook his head and threw all these messy thoughts behind him... No matter what, things have developed to this point, and as the Red King of the Twilight Society, he absolutely cannot have the slightest hesitation or wavering. He can only take one step at a time.

What's more, the last fragment of the Emperor's Way needed to restart the world has not yet been obtained.

"Have you found Yingfu's whereabouts?"

"No." Liu Qingyan sighed. "My master and I have searched almost everywhere for the past month, but we haven't found any trace of him... It's like he has disappeared from the face of the earth."

"There's no Tianshu Realm either?"

"No."

Chen Ling's expression was somewhat solemn.

He originally thought that after Lord Hongchen Su Zhiwei detained Wang Jian, Ying Fu would set out to rescue him, but he didn't expect that it had been a month and he still hadn't made any move... What on earth was this guy doing?

"By the way, Lord Red King, there is one more thing."

"what?"

"We received an invitation."

"invitation?"

"Well, we received it a few days ago. It seems someone left it at the door of our contact point." Liu Qingyan paused for a moment. "At first, our contact person thought it was sent by mistake, but after seeing the contents... they felt that you still needed to take a look in person."

Chen Ling was a little curious. What kind of invitation would make the contact person feel the need to deliver it to her personally?

How come the invitation that needed to be delivered to me appeared at the door of the contact point?

"show me."

Liu Qingyan took out a folded piece of hard paper from her bosom. It looked like the kind of paper material specially used for invitations to wedding banquets or important occasions. Just as Chen Ling stretched out his hand to take it, the invitation went straight through his palm and fell to the ground.

Chen Ling was stunned, and then he remembered that he was just a thought now, and his real body was still in the gray world.

"Just spread it out for me to see." Chen Ling said helplessly.

Liu Qingyan picked up the invitation and slowly unfolded it in front of Chen Ling...

When this invitation is opened,

The three most conspicuous fonts caught Chen Ling's eyes.

——[Jinghong Tower].

Chen Ling's pupils shrank slightly.

"...Jinghong Tower?" Chen Ling said in disbelief, "How is this possible?"

Jinghong Tower was the place Chen Ling prepared for himself to stay when he was in the Red Dust Realm... It was originally just to facilitate the reception of the Huanghun Society, but later it gradually became a real theater.

As the war between the Red Dust Realm and the Wuji Realm came, this theater finally disappeared in the flames of war.

But now, how could there be an invitation from Jinghong Tower?

"Yes... so we think you need to see it for yourself." Liu Qingyan was also from the Red Dust Realm, so she naturally knew something about Chen Ling's Jinghong Tower. "However, this Jinghong Tower is probably not the Jinghong Tower you remember."

Chen Ling's gaze moved away from the three words "Jinghong Tower" and continued to look down.

This is an invitation to Mr. Lin to participate in a performance. It is short and does not contain any substantial content. It only marks a location... No. 13, Guyu Street, Cangyun Realm.

Hidden Cloud Realm?

The Jinghong Tower founded by Chen Ling is naturally in the Red Dust Realm, but now the Red Dust should have been swallowed up by the Forbidden Sea and turned into a dead city... So, someone should have opened an identical theater in the Cangyun Realm?

The moment this thought came to mind, a name jumped into Chen Ling's mind.

Kong Baosheng.

Kong Baosheng is the grandson of the original owner of Jinghong Tower and is also the employee hired by Chen Ling after he took over Jinghong Tower. When Chen Ling left the Red Dust Realm, Kong Baosheng said that he would continue to run Jinghong Tower... If Chen Ling remembered who was most likely to send this invitation to him, it could only be him.

Moreover, when Chen Ling was running Jinghonglou, the pseudonym he used was "Lin Yan".

But how did Kong Baosheng know the contact point of his own Dusk Society?

Questions flooded Chen Ling's mind one after another. He continued to look down. At the end of the invitation, the time for "Mr. Lin" to come to the performance was included...

When Chen Ling saw this line, his eyelids suddenly twitched.

“…Three days ago?”