I'm not a drama god

Chapter 1191 7012

Ding--

A moment later, one of the elevators opened in front of Shen Nan.

Almost at the same time as the elevator door opened, Shen Nan gently waved the black flag in his hand, and the surveillance in the elevator room instantly became blurred, as if it was interfered by some mysterious energy and could not detect Shen Nan who had entered the [Nuo] state.

After confirming that there was no one around, Shen Nan stepped in and discovered that there were no buttons for the 2nd and 3rd floors as he had imagined. Instead, there was only a smooth button without any floor markings. It seemed that this elevator could only lead to one floor.

This time, Shen Nan didn't hesitate much and pressed the mysterious button.

As the elevator door slowly closed, Shen Nan could feel himself sinking downwards. He looked at the word "error" that kept popping up on the screen, and his brows behind the Nuo mask became more and more furrowed...

"Do these elevators lead underground?" Shen Nan muttered to himself.

At this time, Shen Nan is more and more certain that Bureau 749 has other plans for tomorrow's Wushan Conference. A mid-mountain hotel that has been abandoned for many years has been temporarily renovated as a meeting place, and there are several mysterious elevators leading to the underground... Shen Nan doesn't understand, what exactly do they want to do?

The height to which the elevator descended was much deeper than Shen Nan had expected. He even felt that the elevator had penetrated the Wushan Mountain from the mountainside and entered the underground space below the mountain.

After an unknown amount of time, the elevator finally slowed down.

Shen Nan stuck to the edge of the elevator, hiding his body in the shadows, and looked vigilantly at the slowly opening elevator door... Fortunately, there seemed to be no one outside at this time. As the elevator door opened, an arched stone corridor full of age appeared before his eyes.

Shen Nan frowned and slowly walked out of the elevator, looking around.

The stone corridor was very old. The surface of the curved walls beside and under my feet was extremely rough. The height of the arch was only a little over two meters. Normal people would feel depressed and suffocated when walking in it. The incandescent lamp hanging above my head was swaying slightly. It was the only light source left in this closed stone corridor. It stretched to the end of the corridor...

On the wall next to Shen Nan, a string of characters was painted in red paint, which looked like some kind of serial number. However, due to the long time, the surface was already dim and dim:

——【No. 7012 Underground Project】

"This is……"

Shen Nan looked at the underground building in front of him, which seemed to be a product of the last century, and was extremely surprised for a moment.

He looked ahead at the corridor, at the intricate intersection, and continued forward along the wall...

Shen Nan felt that this place was like an underground maze, with a fork in the road from time to time, and various stone corridors extending to different rooms.

Shen Nan paid special attention to those rooms. Some of them were about ten square meters in size, with beds and small tables, as if they were used for living; some were spacious like classrooms, but were empty; in addition, there were even living areas similar to canteens and shower rooms, as if there were really people living here.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from behind:

"Shen Nan?"

Shen Nan was slightly startled, and his figure instantly froze in the corridor. He slowly turned his head and saw Sun Zhongliang and a few others coming out of a secret passage, looking at him with a little surprise.

"Why are you here?" Sun Zhongliang's tone was a little low.

At the same time, among the several staff members following behind him, someone exuded a Shinto aura vigilantly and stared coldly at Shen Nan who appeared here strangely.

Shen Nan came to inquire about the truth and had no interest in fighting. He stared at Sun Zhongliang and spoke in an unbelievable way:

"Director Sun...where is this place? What on earth are you planning?"

Sun Zhongliang looked at the hideous Nuo mask under the incandescent light, and a complex expression flashed across his eyes... He did not answer, but sighed deeply.

"You shouldn't be here, at least not now."

“…But I’m here.”

Shen Nan silently grasped the handle of the black flag, a cold light flashing in the depths of his eyes, "So...what will happen?"

……

"Sleepless...you will die amidst the roar of gongs and drums."

"..."

"You will die amidst the sound of gongs and drums, and you will be reborn amidst beautiful prayers...Sleepless, your path is different from everyone else's, and you are the embodiment of auspiciousness in the world."

"..."

"As long as there are people in this world who pray for happiness, you will live forever."

"..."

A familiar voice lingered in Sun Bumian's mind.

In his hazy dream, he seemed to see the familiar old man again, standing in the wasteland outside the city... He stroked his head gently, his eyes full of love.

"Master..." Sun Bumian murmured to himself.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the figure so close to him, but just as he was about to touch him, he lost his balance and suddenly fell into the endless abyss below!

Everything around him was dimming, and scenes from the River Styx in Hell were interweaving around him.

He saw endless dead souls flowing in the sky, and six white-clothed phantoms were hanging above it, glaring at him... Colorful flames were surging around the upright waking lion, and he was shuttling frantically in the land of death, as if he was desperately chasing something.

In front of him, a vague soul slowly dissipated into nothingness, as if being dragged by some force and drifting towards the sky of the Styx of the Dead.

"Master... Master! Please wait for me for another lifetime... I can't get you back in this lifetime, but I will definitely be able to in the next lifetime!!"

"Go back, kid..." The old man looked at the colorful lion dancing in front of him, which was shaking the entire Ghost Dao Ancient Treasure. His eyes were full of satisfaction and reluctance.

"Birth, aging, sickness and death are the destiny of human beings. Moreover, I have calculated all the mysteries of heaven and have long been unable to escape the sea of ​​suffering... Even if you become a demigod, you cannot save me. Repeatedly forcing your way into the ghost world will only shorten your own lifespan."

"I don't care!" Sun Bumian gritted his teeth and said,

"I've long been tired of the separations and reunions in the human world, the separations of life and death, life after life! If they have the guts, they can break up my reincarnation too! Then I can continue to follow my master!"

"Don't sleep, don't say stupid things."

"I didn't! Master, you said I would live forever in the sound of gongs and drums, but do you know? The excitement, happiness and reunion will always be theirs. After reincarnation after reincarnation, the only things that accompany me in the end are the hood and the yellow earth. I still have nothing...

Master, you are the one who led me down this path. Please tell me… is there any meaning to my reincarnation?”

The blurry old man looked at the confusion in the awakening lion's eyes, with a complicated look in his eyes. He gently stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch the child's head again, but he could only lightly pass by him...

"Yes." The old man said firmly.

"Bumian, your reincarnation is dormancy, but it is also a weapon... You are fighting against the life and death of the natural world, which is an unchangeable fate. Every time you reincarnate, you will accumulate a little power to defy the heavens...

One day, all your accumulation will become the key to changing everything."