I'm not a theatre god

The child died.

Died in the sobbing wind, died in the silent rain, died in front of Huang Suyue.

More than 20 of them watched the child struggle in pain, watched his blood drain away bit by bit, watched his wound fester and stink, but they could do nothing...

The girl's heart-wrenching cry lingered in Huang Suyue's ears, her chest rose and fell violently, her eyes were full of anger, unwillingness, and confusion;

Slowly, the girl cried tired, leaned on a bodyguard, as if she had lost all her strength.

"...Miss." Uncle Quan walked to the stiff Huang Suyue and opened his mouth,

"Miss, we should go."

Huang Suyue slowly turned her head and looked behind her.

The headlights of the convoy tore through the dark rain curtain. These buzzing mechanical beasts carried enough wealth to buy most things in the world... But in war, in front of the dying lives, they were no different from a car full of white paper.

"Uncle Quan... Is it really meaningful for us to take this money?" Huang Suyue said hoarsely.

Uncle Quan could understand what Huang Suyue meant, and sighed:

"Miss, money itself has no meaning, but after this disaster, we have to survive... This is the wealth we worked so hard to earn, it would be a pity if it was destroyed in the war."

"What if... What if this disaster doesn't pass? What if there will be no Red Dust Main City in the future?"

Uncle Quan was stunned.

"But Miss, whether it makes sense or not, they are already here." Uncle Quan frowned, "Are you going to burn them all on the spot?"

"...No."

Huang Suyue looked at the bloody house, and a look of determination appeared in his eyes.

"Uncle Quan, you are right... Money itself has no meaning. It is just a currency for circulation... We can't use money to buy children's lives, but we can use money to prevent more people from dying."

"How to stop it? We are just businessmen. How can secular money resist those people in the Wuji Realm?"

"Of course, we use the means we are best at...trading."

Uncle Quan looked at the girl in front of him in confusion. He couldn't understand Huang Suyue's thinking at all...trading? Could it be using money to buy off those people in the Wuji Realm? How is this possible? Since they have started the war of the realm, how can they retreat for this money?

"I don't want to be a deserter, Uncle Quan." Huang Suyue pointed to the neat row of vehicles,

"We grew up in the Red Dust Realm, we live here... I want to use this money to do something more meaningful, instead of being a coward with it."

"Then, what about Liu Town?"

"... Not going to Liu Town." Huang Suyue took a deep breath, with a gleam in his eyes,

"Let's go back to the main city of Red Dust!"

"Have we really... escaped from "Guernica"? "

The moment he heard this, Chen Ling was stunned.

He was silent.

He looked at the charred town in front of him, and the bodies lying in all directions, and everything he felt in the scroll also emerged in his mind... They escaped from the "Guernica" in the painting, but failed to escape from the real Guernica.

The real war is more cruel than the painting.

Plum Blossom 8 has never been a pampered person, nor is he a rookie who cannot bear to see blood. He has seen too many storms in his youth, and even when facing the purgatory-like scene in the Aurora Realm, he did not react so violently... But the situation in the Red Dust Realm is different.

On the one hand, he was tortured for too long in "Guernica" and had a psychological shadow; on the other hand, the Aurora City at that time was extremely cold and killed people, without form or shape, and all the people in the city were frozen to death in silence, but now the Red Dust Realm is facing naked man-made massacres!

"This is a war." Chen Ling said slowly, "but it has nothing to do with us."

"... Nothing to do?"

Meihua 8 raised his head, and the pale face looked at Chen Ling, full of confusion,

"Chen Ling, you have also been in "Guernica"... Now, don't you feel anything at all?"

Chen Ling was silent for a long time, he even closed his eyes, feeling everything around him... But in the end, he opened his eyes and answered frankly and calmly:

"... No."

"... Hehe, then you are really ruthless."

Meihua 8 staggered to his feet and walked straight towards the main city of Hongchen.

"Where are you going?" Chen Ling suddenly spoke.

"I'm not you, Chen Ling... I've been in Guernica for too long, the shadow of war has been engraved into my spine, I can't be an indifferent "audience"."

"You want to intervene in this war?"

"Before joining the Twilight Society, I was the Ninth Hall here."

"I know, but you should know that all this is meaningless." Chen Ling said in a deep voice, "We will eventually reverse the times and restart the world. At that time, whether it is the mortal world in the war or the aurora in the ice and snow, it will be reversed by time..."

"If we do nothing because everything is meaningless, then why do we exist at this moment?! Everything we have experienced, all the people we have met, relatives, friends, you want to say that their life and death don't matter, right?!"

Plum Blossom 8 stared at Chen Ling's eyes, his voice was loud and clear,

"I'm not a machine without emotions... Chen Ling. I can attend the funeral of the realm as a member of the Dusk Society... But before that, I can't watch this place turn into a purgatory on earth.

Maybe my intervention can't change anything... But I don't want to experience the feeling of being powerless in the face of war again."

Meihua 8 walked over Chen Ling's shoulder, and the breeze swirled lightly on the withered land.

The world fell into a dead silence.

Chen Ling watched Meihua 8 go away in silence, and did not stop him...

Strictly speaking, Meihua 8's intervention in the realm war and helping the Red Dust side has violated the neutral attitude of the Dusk Society, but he doesn't think that a sixth-level Meihua 8 can change anything.

Since he wants to fulfill his duties as the ninth hall, let him go... What does it have to do with me?

Chen Ling and Meihua 8 walked in opposite directions. He returned to the main group of the Dusk Society. At this time, Bai Ye and others also looked at this place with complicated expressions. I wonder if they saw the scene just now.

But in the crowd, the figure of Red Heart 9 also disappeared.

The disappearance of the 8 of Clubs and the 9 of Hearts made the team seem a little thinner, but everyone seemed to have some kind of tacit understanding, and no one mentioned their disappearance.

"Hearts...are you still leaving?" Jian Changsheng asked cautiously.

"Let's go, why not?"

Chen Ling looked at a certain direction in the mist and rain persistently,

"Let's continue to Liu Town."